Nevara
The square had never held this many people.
From the entrance to the plaza, the crowd stretched outward in every direction until the far streets disappeared beneath a sea of bodies. The chairs Michelle had insisted on arranging the night before were nearly invisible now, swallowed by the sheer number of guests pressing into the surrounding roads and balconies.
Wolves.
Lycans.
Families from both territories standing shoulder to shoulder beneath the strings of lights stretched across the square.
The murmur of their voices blended with the smells drifting from the vendor carts and the faint music warming up near the fountain. It felt less like a royal event and more like a festival that had slowly grown too large for the city to contain.
Sabrina stood beside me, adjusting the fa
