Skye’s POV
The music was soft, graceful, the kind that could almost make you forget the world outside the grand hall. Couples were already gathered on the dance floor, swirling under the glow of golden chandeliers. I stood by the edge, my fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of my dress. I wasn’t much of a dancer, and truthfully, I wasn’t expecting to participate. But then Evan approached me with that boyish grin of his and extended his hand.
"May I have this dance?" he asked with a slight bow, his tone teasing yet oddly gentlemanly.
I hesitated. My first instinct was to look around for Damian — my mate, my Alpha, my… complicated everything. But he wasn’t near me. My eyes scanned the crowd until I spotted him at the far end of the hall, speaking with some elders. He looked serious, o
