|| Lilac's POV ||

The Moon Garden didn't just hum with energy— it thrummed with it, like a living creature breathing down my neck. Perfumes too expensive to name mixed with the scent of seared steak and truffles, creating a heady cocktail that made my wolf's nose twitch. Glass walls reflected a thousand points of light—moonlight, chandelier glow, the cold glitter of diamonds around too many throats.

Ezra's elbow nudged mine as we followed the waiter. "This place is crawling ...