Freya turned to see who had saved her from the fall, and found Lucas gazing steadily at her.
"How long do you intend to remain in this posture and make my hand suffer for coming to your rescue?" he whispered through clenched teeth, yet the faintest curve of a smile lingered at his lips.
Freya straightened at once, her shoulders stiffening as her eyes swept across the crowd, which had drawn closer, curiosity and whispers prickling the air.
"Isn't that Alpha Lucas of Moonshade Pack?" came a murmur, carried just above a whisper.
At the mention of Moonshade, Freya's gaze snapped back to Lucas. Moonshade Pack were no ordinary wolves. Their name was whispered in reverence and caution alike, famed for their powerful wolves and their skill in battle. Rumor held that they still worshiped the Moon Goddess, a custom the King himself had long since forbidden.
