DEVON
I sat in the driver's seat, the lights cut, parked on a ridge overlooking the Ironfang ceremonial grounds. The darkness inside the car was comforting.
Below me, the engagement party was in full swing.
Alpha Theo had chosen the West Field for the occasion. It was a sprawling expanse of manicured grass usually reserved for combat training, but tonight, it had been transformed into a grotesque display of wealth. Massive white marquees glowed with golden fairy lights, open-sided to let the night breeze through. Tables draped in white linen were arranged in a semi-circle around a raised dais. Servants moved like ants, carrying trays of roasted venison and sparkling wine.
It was a waste of resources. It was a waste of time.
But my eyes weren't on the decor. They were locked on the woman sitting at the center of the high table.
Irene.
