Freya's POV
I Always Win
As I looked around, everyone was dressed in their formal attire, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Lucian, always commanding attention, stands in an all-black ensemble, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame, his tattoos visible at the edge of his neck. Alaric, ever the refined one, wears a crisp white shirt with dark suit pants. Fenrir opts for his usual grey attire, while Thorne, like Lucian, dons all black, except Thorne’s look is completed with a coat, no doubt Isolde’s doing.
I smile, planting a quick kiss on Lyra's cheek, just as Morgana and Ragnar storm into the room. Of course, my pups would be joining us today, couldn’t bear to leave them alone in this massive Shadow Claw den.
As we step out into the garage, ready to take off, we decide to split in
