Theodore
The helicopter’s blades slowed to a lazy spin as we landed on the Vainthott estate’s helipad. From above, the territory had been a patchwork of sprawling fields and stately hills, but now, standing here, I could see the meticulous order behind it all. Nothing was out of place.
I stepped out after Violet, the breeze catching the hem of her dress as she greeted the two waiting figures. The Luna of the Vainthott territory, Seraphine, smiled warmly at us before squealing and hurrying to embrace Violet. Her husband, Alpha Dorian, remained where he was, his sharp gaze already assessing me.
“Violet,” Seraphine said, squeezing Violet close. Her voice was kind but carried a weight of authority that reminded me of Violet in some ways. “You haven’t changed a bit.” She pulled back. "You
