Scarlet
Ronan leaned in slightly, his voice low. “You okay?”
“No.” I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “But that doesn’t matter, does it?”
His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, as if searching for something beneath my answer. But then, he only gave a small nod, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Come on, then. We’ve got a gala to attend. I really want you to see this part of our entity.”
The venue was nothing short of breathtaking.
An expansive ballroom stretched before us, lined with towering pillars carved with ancient werewolf insignias. Massive chandeliers of silver and obsidian hung from the high ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow over the polished marble floors. The air was rich with the scent of pinewood, burning embers, and something unmistakably pr
