Celina’s POV
THE CITY greeted me with a roar—horns blaring, neon lights bleeding into the night, and the dizzying pulse of human life that had no idea of the chaos lurking just beneath its glittering skin. Wolf territory had its dangers, but at least there, I understood the rules. Here? Every step felt like walking into a minefield dressed in glass heels.
Lucien’s black SUV slid to a stop in the underground garage of his skyscraper, the Thorne Tower—a needle of steel and glass that scraped the clouds, glittering with arrogance and power. His kingdom is in the human world.
But it didn’t feel like mine.
As the driver opened my door, I clutched my coat tighter around me. It wasn’t the weather—I’d faced harsher storms back in the packs. It was the weight of invisible eyes, the feeling that
