Chapter 171

• Dorian‘s pov.
• The warm glow of lanterns flickered through the windows of the tavern as I pushed open the door. For once, I had arrived before Cassian. That alone was strange enough to make me frown. Usually, he was already seated, boots up on the table, drink in hand, waving like a lunatic. Not tonight.
• I made my way to the bar and ordered a tall mug of ale. The tavern buzzed with laughter and music. Familiar faces filled the room—pack warriors, hunters, councilmen. Many of them raised their glasses or nodded respectfully as they noticed me. Some even stood briefly to bow their heads. I acknowledged each gesture with a subtle nod. They didn’t owe me that, but I appreciated it.