Constance
"Eidolon," Lucien greeted, stepping into the room. He bowed his head in a show of respect and I did the same.
"Hello, Lucien," I responded looking over the regal alpha. He had longer, straight sliver hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. The ends flirted with his strong shoulders. His piercing eyes were like golden honey. Not a common eye color. "I hope you're being accommodated and treated well?"
"My pack and I are, thank you. Your healer, Raphael, and the demon lord, Obsidian, stopped by to check on everyone and to make sure we had everything we needed." In his tone, I could hear his gratitude. But in the undertones, I could tell being surrounded by demon half breeds wasn't something he was entirely comfortable with. As much as he may have looked like the epitome of c
