Zeraphine's POV
Dinner was a grand affair, with the dining hall filled to the brim. The long table seemed to stretch endlessly, covered with silverware and plates of food that glistened under the light of chandeliers. The chatter of Alphas, Lunas, and pack leaders filled the air, accompanied by the occasional clink of glasses. I sat near the middle of the table, far enough from the head to avoid notice but close enough to catch glimpses of the people who now shaped this world. I had looked around for Draven when I had initially got to the room but he was no where to be found.
'He must have gone out' Ata had said but I just shrugged it off trying not to think about him.
I didn’t want to be in this dinning room . Every bite of food felt heavy in my mouth, and every laugh around me grated
