Zolani’s POV
“Morning Zee… come over here, b***h!”
Aradia’s voice sliced through the foyer the second my foot hit the bottom stair and it was loud, bright, and completely shameless.
Every head in the room turned to me at once. Pack members mid-conversation. Cousins lounging on couches. A few unfamiliar faces probably allies or business partners who looked up with polite curiosity. Even the servants paused, trays balanced, and eyes flicking my way.
I swallowed hard.
The room was packed, easily forty people now, maybe more sprawled across sofas, leaning against walls, coffee mugs and breakfast plates everywhere.
The air smelled of fresh bread, bacon, pine from the massive Christmas trees, and that ever-present undercurrent of wolf musk and power.
My heart kicked up fast, and erratic b
