Lucian Draven’s POV
Cunning Fox
Both of them, Isolde Lyra and Thorne, came back into the room, and they started their conversation, leaving me out like I did not matter.
I stand in the center of the room, feeling like a mere thrall in my own story. No one bothers to acknowledge my presence, and it’s starting to bruise my ego. My wolf stirs beneath the surface, its growl echoing in my mind, but I force it down. This isn’t the time for an outburst.
“What’s the occasion, anyway?” I ask, trying to insert myself into the conversation, desperate for a semblance of relevance.
Isolde Lyra, Freya's in-law, with her usual mischievous grin, covers Lyra Sky’s ears before responding in a voice laced with mischief. “Oh, just some seidr, you know... great s*x. Like, really great. Cunt completely soa
