Raul, Diana, and I moved down the main street–alive with chatter and activities– of the Lycan King's pack territory, the afternoon sun spilling liquid gold over rooftops and cobbled paths.
Between them, I felt almost shielded — but not from the stares. The stares had a way of curling around you here, like smoke you couldn't wave away.
It wasn't the first time I'd walked among wolves who didn't know what to make of me, but it was the first time I suspected they'd already been told the full story. The King had likely gathered his council after the Queen's event and shared his version — perhaps even word-for-word — of what I had done in her court.
The glances from the people leaning in shop doorways told me as much: wary, measuring, and curious, all at once
Then I saw them.
