The grand banquet hall of Bloodmoon Citadel was a sea of light, music, and bustling members of different packs. Of course, Silver Crest was the exception.
Long tables suffered under the weight of roasted meats and fine wines, while crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the crowded room.
The moment Diego and I crossed the threshold, the conversation faltered. Hundreds of eyes flicked toward us, taking in the sight of us.
I felt the sudden weight of their scrutiny, but instead of shrinking beneath it, something fierce ignited inside me. I adjusted my posture, letting my shoulders drop back as the silver chains across my bare spine caught the chandelier light.
Diego leaned down slightly, his arm firm beneath my hand. "They are staring because you look like a goddess, chica. Le
