Layla’s POV
As I declared it was my turn to shape the story, my hand brushing Seraphina’s aside to rest on the Starcrystal, the hall fell silent. A sigh, drifting through the window, cut through the stillness, impossibly distinct.
“Someone’s outside?” a wolf murmured.
“No way, the whole pack’s here,” another replied.
“Lucas’s guard, maybe?”
“Must be. The Starlight Clan’s standards are something else. Our pack doesn’t even have Alphas traveling with bodyguards.”
The sigh yanked the pack’s focus from the Truth Compass to the window, their gazes darting outward. I fought to keep my lips from curling upward. That voice was unmistakably Nate’s. What had him sighing so dramatically? Whatever it was, his way of spinning it would surely be endlessly amusing. A sudden ache to see him bloomed
