Zane’s POV
Family dinners used to mean only one thing— business talks, and pack politics.
When we were younger, they were filled with laughter, stolen desserts, and the constant arguments about who was fastest in wolf form. My mother’s voice was always the loudest, carrying across the dining hall like a songbird. My father would sit quietly, observing, occasionally weighing in with his calm authority.
But now… family dinners felt like shackles. Nothing ever changed in the Faron mansion.
That evening, the long oak table gleamed under the chandelier light, polished until I could see the distorted reflection of my face in its surface. Plates of roast venison, buttery mashed potatoes, and gravy lined the table, but the smell did nothing to stir my appetite.
My wolf, Kael, prowled just b
