Amber’s POV
When Rafael stood from the table, Julian and I did the same and then followed him out of the dining room and out through the hallways to a grand ballroom. The ballroom had towering ceilings that went as high as the second story. A pair of winding staircases were the main feature of one wall, as they met halfway up to the second floor, and then descended to the ground level as one massive stairwell.
Hanging at the apex of where the stairwell met was a massive oil painting. A portrait of a former Alpha, Luna, and their family.
“Is this you?” I asked, pointing to the little boy wearing a crown almost too big for his head.
“Yes,” Rafael said. “And my two sisters.”
One of the sisters was nearer Rafael’s age, if not a little younger, holding a doll shaped like a wolf. The other
