NARINE'S POV
I didn’t know why I let Hasmik talk me into this.
Maybe it was her hopeful smile, or maybe I was just tired of hiding in the dark while the world spun on without me.
But now, sitting at the head of a long, intimidatingly polished obsidian dining table, I felt like prey in a den full of Lycans.
The atmosphere was awkward as f**k.
Sargis’ father sat at the far end of the table, his sheer presence was enough to make the air feel heavier. The man was a mountain, bigger than Sargis, with broader shoulders, thick arms that looked carved from stone, and a silver-streaked beard that made him appear even more commanding. His eyes, though less wild than Sargis’, held an ancient weight like he’d seen a hundred battles and survived them all.
Now I knew exactly who Sargis got his br
