Leon
We walked back into the throne room, and it was already starting to get busy. Aurora stood near the back, her hands folded as she engaged in a conversation with some of the photographers.
“There you are, Leon,” my mother said as she saw me, tapping her foot in an elegant yet terrifying manner she had mastered. “Where have you been? I have been looking for you. Let’s get this shoot done. I have to prepare for the opening ceremony.”
“Sorry, Mother,” I said, even though the apology sounded thin in my own ears.
Soon, we moved into position beneath the towering garlands and frosted pillars. My eyes wandered off toward Aurora again, and she was still speaking to someone on the staff.
I tried to look forward, but my gaze drifted back to her again and again, my wolf humming with recogni
