LOGAN'S POV.
The music was loud, and the scent of roasted meat and fresh fruit filled the air. I leaned back in my chair, taking another sip from my goblet and letting the taste of red wine settle on my tongue.
The wedding was wild…just like every werewolf celebration. The hall was filled with laughter as it echoed across the walls, but I couldn't stop glancing at one person, one man in the party…Lucius.
He wasn't dancing, he wasn't smiling. He wasn't even pretending to enjoy the wedding. He just sat there, as there was silent but he was watchful, his jaw was tense and I was tempted to make jest at him at that moment, as his eyes followed something…or rather, someone.
My gaze followed his, and that's when I saw her…Diana.
She was dressed in her maid's gown, it was simple but graceful, moving between tables with a tray of wine glasses. Her hair fell gently over her shoulders, and even though she tried to blend in, she somehow drew every eye in the room.
