ZEVIAR
I left Lyra in my room to get dressed and practically almost fell down the stairs. My family was here. Way earlier than expected. And I knew precisely what that meant. Judging eyes. Constant scrutiny. Disapproval disguised as polite tradition.
I made it to the main hall just as the first car crunched on the gravel outside. Guards scrambled to open doors, and servants stood in a stiff line. There I was, at the entrance, spine straight, face impassive. The Alpha King, welcoming his kin. Even though every fiber of my being wanted to be anywhere but here.
The first figure to emerge from the car sent a clench through my jaw. Grandfather. Aldric Dravyn. The previous Alpha King. Retired, in title at least, but he’d never truly relinquished his grip on power. He was still a commanding pr
