Amara’s POV.

Damien booked a fine restaurant. It was spacious and dark, with stained oak trim and a finely carved wooden wrap-around bar to one side. Everything here was of high quality. From the dim lighting to the relaxed ambience and ambrosial aroma of the food.

I kept a poker face as we walked to our table. He made a reservation for us earlier when we were on the way to this place. Some of the pack members noticed us, so they bowed their heads in respect.

Damien pulled me to a chair to sit. I was on the right, and the leech who tagged along with us was on...