(Lysander’s POV)
The meeting is now over, but the room is still buzzing with Alphas and Betas gathering in small groups, discussing the alliances and strategies that we discussed in the meeting.
And of course, they’re talking about her, too.
I should be leaving. I should be heading straight to my pack’s estate, focusing on more important matters. But my feet stay planted in the venue. My eyes unwillingly stay locked on her.
Almira.
It’s been five years since I last saw her.
She’s stealing the spotlight from the crowd effortlessly, speaking with leaders who are twice her size and three times her age like she belongs here.
Because, apparently, she does.
She’s different now. Confident. Powerful. Completely unshaken by the attention she’s drawing.
And damn, she’s beautiful.
Her silve
