Elena
*****Silverfang — The Same Night*****
The hall never fully recovered after the kiss.
Music resumed, but it was wrong, too loud, too fast, desperate to bury what everyone had witnessed. Wolves laughed too hard, their voices sharp instead of warm. Glasses were refilled again and again, hands shaking as liquid sloshed over the rims. Conversations lowered into whispers that cut like knives.
They were afraid.
Not of scandal.
Of consequences.
I stood frozen where Lucian had left me, heart pounding so violently I thought it might tear free from my chest. My skin burned where Chase’s mouth had been moments ago, like a brand that refused to fade.
That had been a mistake.
A selfish one.
One I would pay for.
Chase hadn’t followed me. I could feel him somewhere behind me, close enough
