Draven's POV
The whispers from the crowd did not die down after I was done talking. Not even as Lyrian walked off, his shoulders stiff with anger. I knew he hated being put in his place, especially in front of an audience. But he deserved it. No one, not even an Alpha, had the right to humiliate someone like that.
Zeraphine was already slipping away, her head down as she moved quickly toward the door.
I followed her.
She didn’t notice me at first. The cold air hit me as I stepped outside, the snow crunching under my boots. She was standing a few steps away, her arms wrapped around herself. The sky was dark, and the falling snow caught the faint light from the windows. She looked like she wanted to disappear into the night.
“Zeraphine,” I called out, the urgency in my voice baffled ev
