Zayden’s POV
My brother and I walk into the dining hall with Kael, Ryker, and their mates beside us while conversations instantly lower around the room.
Not completely silent. Just enough reminding everyone exactly who entered.
The massive dining hall glows beneath crystal chandeliers while palace staff weave carefully between tables carrying trays of food and drinks. Expensive gowns shimmer beneath candlelight while ranked wolves from every territory in the kingdom fill nearly every seat inside the room.
And somehow… None of it holds my attention. Because the second I step through those doors, Onyx immediately pushes forward. “She’s here.”
My eyes instantly start scanning the room. “Where?” I ask him quietly. “I smell her.”
Vanilla.
Mocha.
Damn it. The scent drifts through the din
