RYKER’S POV

The distant hum of music floated through the open windows, mingling with the scent of roasted meats and herbs. The pack was alive with celebration. She-wolves bustled through corridors, servants darted between rooms, and the Alphas and council elders were tucked away in their chambers.

I lay on the couch in my study, with one arm draped over my eyes.

Ezren and Lief entered quietly, and I opened my eyes briefly to peek at them.

“You two have been moving shady lately,” I ...