Lana’s POV
The following evening arrived bathed in amber light, the kind that kissed the skyline and bled into gold before giving way to night. It was the post-auction dinner, an elegant affair hosted by the Star-Moon Pack’s elite to celebrate what they called “the night of rare treasures.” For me, it was simply another test of composure in a world where every look carried hidden meaning.
Damon stood beside me as we entered the grand ballroom. His arm was locked with mine, steady and commanding, the kind of presence that demanded both respect and silence wherever he walked. I could feel the warmth of him even through the tailored fabric of his suit. He exuded effortless control, the kind that made others clear a path without being told.
I matched his stride, my silver heels tapping sof
