LUCIAN
I hate these dinners.
Always have.
It was the one constant thing that I can say I have never wavered on.
A room full of self-absorbed elders sipping wine, trading meaningless words, pretending they care about the pack when they really just care about their own legacy. If attendance weren’t mandatory, I wouldn’t have set foot in that hall tonight.
But I went.
And I saw everything.
The way Amaya’s arms shook carrying tray after tray because Evelara decided to make her serve alone. The way Evelara smirked like she was testing how much humiliation one girl could take before breaking.
The way Darian didn’t move, not even when Amaya hit the floor.
I grip the door frame of my quarters, breathing hard through my nose, trying to burn off the anger still clawing through me. That
