Malrik POV

We reached Strowhowl County at last, and with every mile the tension in my chest had only tightened. But the moment I stepped out, it became clear that Zebulon had orchestrated something more than a summit he had staged a spectacle.

Red carpets unfurled across the entrance, cameras flashed in relentless bursts, and alphas strode in flanked by their Lunas or, in some cases, their mistresses. It was often difficult to tell which was which. The entire scene resembled a gala rather ...