Lyra's POV.
My nose was the only thing I was relying heavily upon right now
It was going to save me in the midst of wolves of various rankings.
People lined up ranging from highest lowest degrees and I could see the sucking up here and there in the room
It was not something that I was used too or hoped to be used to, but I guess around the werewolf community, it was always about the person who wielded so much power.
Opulence-filled, yet charged with so much power that it could almost smack you backwards if you were not standing properly.
My target had not come out yet.
"Any luck?" Lucius' voice broke my train of thoughts.
"No, not yet." I answered.
I knew that Lucius had his own wicked reason for being here and I was not going to delude myself but I wanted to see how this w
