LARA
Nina stood beside me while Evelyn hovered on my other side, both women moving with the quiet efficiency of people who had prepared leaders for events like this countless times before. The room hummed with restrained anticipation as they made the final adjustments to my attire for the summit that would begin in only a an hour.
Nina straightened the sleeve of my fitted jacket while Evelyn fussed over smaller details, smoothing the fabric near my shoulders and adjusting the silver clasp at my collar.
Evelyn was one of the Eastern Pack's most trusted officers and one of Lucien's fiercest supporters. Beautiful, intelligent, and utterly fearless, she possessed a sharp tongue that had gotten her into trouble more than once, though never enough to diminish her standing. Her chestnut hair w
