Lucian slowly turned his head, his sharp gaze following the path Eloise had taken. As his eyes shifted to the stairs, they landed on Mavis, who had been watching him intently.
Lucian didn’t need to rely on his werewolf abilities to sense the feelings of those around him. It was clear from the subtle shift in Mavis’s expression, her eyes narrowed with a mixture of jealousy and disdain towards Eloise. Lucian paused for a moment, considering the girl before him. Mavis, like many others he had encountered, seemed to be a product of arrogance and ignorance, traits he was all too familiar with.
Yet as he looked at her more closely, he couldn’t ignore the youthful energy she exuded. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her fair skin had a glow to it that would make any man take
