ZARYA’S POV

Zephyrus walked toward me and whispered. “Can we have a dance?”

“Huh?” My eyebrow moved up. I was in the midst of talking to the kings and yet King Wind would ask me that. Well, it did not matter. “Oh, sure, Your Majesty.”

There were many people. If they heard me that I just called him by his name, possibly they would conclude that I had respect. And we were prohibited to call them by just their names. They were kings, not ordinary wolves.

I gazed at where was Hali. My forehead formed a wrinkled. Am I just hallucinating? He was not there in just a blink of...