The day had finally come, and the entire den was buzzing with anticipation. It wasn’t every day that a human prince walked into the heart of the wolves' territory, especially with such high stakes. The tension in the air was palpable, each wolf on edge. The word had spread like wildfire that Prince Luke, the crown prince of the Ferastos Empire, would face the council today to negotiate a potential peace. Everyone was waiting to see how it would unfold.
Nicholo stood near the entrance of the den, his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the crowd. He wasn’t sure what disturbed him more: the fact that a human prince had made it this far or the unsettling sight of Lucia standing at Luke's side. His jaw clenched involuntarily as his gaze lingered on her. She seemed paler than usual, her movements
