Drago’s Point of View
I stood in my room, fastening the crisp collar of my suit, my fingers trailing over the fabric with a practiced ease that came from years of trusting my senses. The air was charged tonight, even here in my room, a reflection of the anticipation building downstairs. The low hum of voices, the clink of glassware, the buzz of pack members and allies—it was all rising, signaling that the ceremony was near.
Draco should have been here by now.
I frowned, reaching out through our link. “Where are you, brother?”
Silence.
With a smirk, I shook my head and linked Dia instead. “You ready on your end? The party’s starting in half an hour”.
Her reply was immediate, her tone as efficient as ever. “Everything’s set. Don’t worry about us”.
Satisfied, I adjusted my cuffs, strai
