(Raiden’s POV)
The grand hall gleams under the light of crystal chandeliers, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the soft clinking of glasses.
Packs from across the region mingle, celebrating the success of the SOA preparations. But beneath the surface of alliances and diplomacy, there’s an unspoken tension—a quiet acknowledgment of the history between me and the woman this night seems to orbit around.
Siena.
My eyes find her too easily, drawn like a moth to a flame I know will burn me if I get too close.
She moves through the crowd with effortless grace, her shimmering in the low light, her posture poised yet relaxed. She belongs here in a way I never allowed myself to see before, her presence commanding the respect of everyone she speaks to.
Ala
