ELARA’S POV
The reception was in full swing. Dancing, drinking, eating. I noticed all my favorite foods, including oysters, were at the banquet table. Something that was rare in Bridgerow but was still always a favorite of mine the few times I had tried them.
I made sure to stuff my face at the table, hoping that my gluttony would turn off Theron, as his eyes stayed on me as he stood next to the blonde man beside him who never left his side. When I asked, my father had said his name was Rowan and that it was Theron’s Beta. I wasn’t sure of the hierarchy of Lycans, but Beta seemed a critical title.
I was sipping wine, glaring back at Theron, when he winked at me. Blushing, I spun around and returned to the banquet table, where James lingered. Reaching his side, I bumped his shoulder. “He
