I forced my feet to move, even though every step felt heavier than the last.
My wolf was still unsettled, pacing restlessly beneath my skin after everything that had just happened upstairs. The memory of Elliot's dominance, the force of his presence, still clung to me like a scent I couldn't shake off.
But I had no choice.
When the Alpha of a powerful pack called for you, you didn't hide. You answered.
So I straightened my posture, lifted my chin, and walked downstairs.
The moment I entered the hall, the atmosphere shifted.
Voices overlapped, laughter echoed, and the air was thick with the mingling scents of different wolves—Alphas, Betas, influential pack members. Power pulsed quietly beneath the surface of it all, like an invisible current running through the room.
And at the center of it stood Harriet.
She was surrounded by a crowd, yet she stood out effortlessly.
