LYRA'S POV
Kymon is sitting by the left-hand side of Lila while Zade is sitting by her right.
The dining table must be at least ten feet long, with twelve chairs on each side and two at the back and front. All the chairs are filled with familiar faces, some unfamiliar—except for the chair next to Zade.
Zade has introduced me to most of his kind before. I never looked forward to knowing them because I wasn't sure they'd be excited to meet me, considering I am a commoner like most people in this Pack. But Zade made sure I met every one of his closest kin, and a part of me was happy—so sure he was doing it because he wanted to make me his Luna.
"Take your seat, Lyra," Lila says, staring up at me with a wince as I look at the empty chair, lost in my thoughts.
I fidget as I snap out of my thoughts and walk to take my seat. I feel eyes roam over me, I hear whispers, stifled chuckles, and I can see them grimacing even though my gaze is fixed on the empty chair.
