Mai's P.O.V.
Liam was mine.
My father had made it clear, not just to me, not just to Liam, but to the entire pack. I could still feel the weight of his words pressing against my chest, a mixture of pride and something much more dangerous curling in my stomach. Possessiveness.
And yet… all I wanted in that moment was to take Liam's hand and disappear.
But that was impossible.
As my father stepped forward and raised his goblet, his voice rang through the hall, authoritative and proud.
"Let the feast begin!"
A loud cheer erupted, the tension from earlier dissolving into joyous celebration. Music started up—drums, flutes, and the deep, resounding chants of warriors—and people rushed toward the long tables piled high with food. Roasted meat, spiced vegetables, honeyed bread, and sweet fruits lined every surface, filling the air with an intoxicating aroma.
