Emily's POV

As I entered the room, my eyes locked onto him. Matteo, the Lycan King, stood tall, his piercing gaze commanding attention. Chiseled features, sharp jawline, and an aura of raw power left me breathless. I felt small, insignificant, and utterly intimidated.

Magnus held my hands and led me to his vacant seat. There was one other empty seat behind it. They really guessed that I was going to come along with him. Well, it wasn't a major seat, and it showed how well they prioritized Lycans over mere werewolves.

I stared at the faces of everyone seated here, and even though I couldn't register everything, I knew that...