The moment the doors opened, the atmosphere shifted.
A ripple went through the hall soft gasps, murmurs, a quiet current of excitement that ran through every woman present. The scent of pine, musk, and smoke drifted in first, carried on the cool night air, followed by the unmistakable power of male wolves returning from the hunt.
My heart stuttered.
The Lycan brothers were the first to enter, each one distinct yet bound by that same commanding presence that made the air around them hum. Draven led the way, tall and unyielding, his dark shirt rolled at the sleeves, his expression calm but sharp enough to silence the noise around him. Daemon followed, his hair tousled, his mouth curved in a familiar, sinful smirk that made my pulse jump. Darius came last, composed as ever, his eyes scanni
