Raven's POV:
He walked forward with his usual arrogance, his tux hugging his frame like it had been designed by sin itself. Every movement screamed power—controlled, deliberate, lethal.
And every female in the room—wolf and vampire—had their attention glued to him.
The whispers started immediately.
"Goddess, he's so tall—"
"Did you see those eyes?"
"I heard he beat three alphas in one duel last year—"
Blah blah blah.
Typical.
But then his gaze locked onto mine.
A single, unbroken stare that cut through the crowd like a blade.
For one stupid, reckless second, I froze.
He didn't smile. Didn't blink. Just stared—intense, demanding, like he was waiting for something.
I didn't know what it was, but it made my pulse spike.
Then I remembered myself, snapped my eyes away, and stared hard at the floor.
A group of girls behind me giggled.
"Oh my Goddess, he was totally looking at us," one of them squealed. "Do you think he noticed my dress?"
