Victor's POV
Before Roland could answer my question, I suddenly froze. At that moment, I didn’t need him to speak because I suddenly felt her. That scent… soft, sweet, almost like wild lavender. It slammed into me without warning.
My heart skipped a beat. My chest tightened. I didn’t think, I moved.
I pushed past the guards without care, storming into the banquet hall like a man on fire. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, whispering her name over and over.
The moment I stepped inside, I was swallowed by the lights, the scent of perfumes, wine, roses, and polished gold. The place was grand, more than I expected. Velvet drapes lined the walls. Glass chandeliers hung high from the ceiling, reflecting sparkles everywhere. White roses curled around golden candle holders. Everything glit
