Lyra Daniels stared out the massive windows of the Vanaran palace's east dining room, watching nobles and dignitaries mingle with practiced grace. She clutched her glass of wine like a shield, feeling every bit the outsider she was.
The opulent room sparkled with crystal chandeliers and gold filigree, making her simple blue dress seem woefully inadequate despite its quality. Everyone here was either a werewolf, royalty, or both. She was neither.
Just a human doctor. Seraphina's tagalong sister.
Her sister was elsewhere in intense discussions with King Gareth about the refugee situation, while Kaelen prepared for tomorrow's diplomatic mission. She'd been avoiding both of them since their argument, not wanting to be caught in the middle of their tension.
"You look like you're contemplating an escape route."
