Sloane's POV
Lucian's voice was soft, steady—full of gentleness and comfort. His golden eyes shimmered like twin moons in the night sky.
"So, Sloane," he said with a small smile, "you've met your wolf?"
I blinked, slowly coming back to myself.
The sounds of the banquet drifted in again—laughter, music, the clinking of glasses. The rich scent of food and wine filled the air.
Just like that, I was back in the real world.
Lucian didn't seem the least bit surprised by my dazed reaction. He just took my hand in his, calm and warm.
"Come on, Sloane," he said gently. "Let's go drink and dance with everyone else. Our friends are dying to meet you."
I looked out at the glowing banquet hall.
So many of the Obsidian Pack's allies were there, watching me. Their smiles were warm, their eyes fu
