The venue was vast, every corner adorned with elegant decorations that spoke of wealth and power. Charlotte had attended countless lavish gatherings hosted by her father, so the grandeur itself wasn't unfamiliar. But this time, there was a difference she didn't recognize a single face.
Her gaze swept across the room, noting the mix of both humans and werewolves moving about with practiced ease.
And then she felt it.
The stares.
Sharp. Curious. Piercing.
Unease crept into her chest, and without thinking, she stepped closer to Gérard.
—
The moment they entered the grand hall, tension coiled within him.
Gérard's jaw tightened as his eyes flickered across the room, catching the way several men looked at Charlotte. The hunger in their gazes made something dark stir within him.
Violent.
Primal.
He wanted to rip their eyes out.
