ROWAN
It is thirty minutes past ten o’clock, we have just arrived at the Lycan’s and everywhere looks amazingly newer than I last remember it to be. Well, it is not strange to see the whole view look new, it is what the Lycan’s do, renovating their major areas every year, especially towards the time for the party.
Landon is waiting with a fleet of cars and some guards to convey everyone to their suites. As I climb down from the plane, Landon walks towards me and bows briefly.
“I bet it was your father again with the delays,” he remarks, a knowing glint in his eye.
“Tell me about it,” I sigh, the frustration of the journey still fresh in my mind.
“Have you seen Chester since you arrived?” I inquire.
Landon quirks an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Since when did you st
