The day of the twilight banquet had arrived, and Draven couldn’t help but feel angry, seething.
No, his annoyance stemmed from days before, especially since Myra had been avoiding him for a reason the alpha couldn’t understand.
Myra had been distant lately, and he couldn't understand why; occasionally, he'd catch her staring at him, only for her once-soft eyes to fill with panic, prompting her to flee.
A dark thought had begun to take root in his mind as he wondered if Myra regretted her words and was taking back her promise to stay with him.
Had she come to realize that she didn’t want to spend eternity with Draven and wanted her mortality back? The thought terrified him.
The alpha rarely felt this way, but with Myra, nothing was ever normal.
His packmen and servants took note of hi
