LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
Dinner was both a blessing and a test of my patience. The sight of humans—fragile, unaware, and entirely out of place—mingling with my pack churned my insides. It wasn't their fault; they were ignorant of the delicate balance they were intruding upon. Still, I had invited them here and some, I even forced to stay, so I couldn't exactly complain. But the frustration of their presence paled in comparison to the torment of having Teresa seated beside me at the table.
