The dinner had turned into a party. The music pulsed between the walls like a restless heart, and the glow of the candles made the entire hall breathe light and shadow at the same time. The wolves danced, laughed, toasted, trying to forget that beneath that veneer of joy, there was a tension about to break.

Luara was among them. Her light-colored dress moved lightly with each turn, and her golden hair followed the rhythm, illuminated by the reflection of the flames. Around her, Talia ...