Damien.
My mouth refused to close the moment my eyes landed on the Lycan Prince.
For a few seconds, I could only stare.
But surprisingly, he wasn't the reason my jaw remained slack.
No.
It was the woman standing beside him.
The woman wearing the golden mask.
My gaze immediately shifted from the prince to her, and once it did, I found it impossible to look away.
She stood there silently, her posture straight and elegant, yet there was something overwhelmingly intimidating about her presence.
She had to be the future Lycan Princess.
Who else could stand beside the Lycan Prince with such confidence?
Yet, despite coming to that conclusion, I couldn't stop staring.
What an aura she possessed.
It wasn't the kind that demanded attention through loud words or dramatic gestures. It was far more terrifying than that.
Her mere presence seemed to dominate the entire room.
