Layla’s POV
In the grander, more prosperous werewolf territories, the presence of wolves from other packs was hardly noteworthy. Moonlit Pack, home to the Starlight Clan, drew royals, clan leaders, and prominent families seeking favors, their visits as common as the tides. So, Ridian’s outburst in the restaurant was but a pebble tossed into a lake—ripples faded fast. Clutching his bleeding hand, he cast a venomous glance at the waiter holding his bank card, then staggered out without reclaiming it. The restaurant’s calm returned swiftly: diners resumed their meals, staff replaced the bloodstained carpet, and the air hummed with normalcy.
If Ridian’s tantrum left any mark, it was the glee of every patron, their bills covered by his unwitting generosity. But Vera likely hadn’t imagined her
