The night in Celestia Pack was long, heavy, Kurt carried it behind his eyes. Every drink he took was not enough to drown Stella’s words, Elise’s memory, the Falconer legacy gnawing at him. His gaze tired, shadowed, but sharp… drifting again and again across the glittering hall.
The Celestia Atrium glowed, chandeliers spilling light, laughter spilling across polished marble floors. GoldNova’s elite gathered in circles of silk and champagne, voices rising in polished tones, too bright, too rehearsed.
At the center of one circle stood the supermodel of GoldNova, only daughter of the Lycan King of Twelve Packs, sister of Maximus... Mimi Arabelle Ford. Radiant, untouchable. Her gown shimmered like starlight, her hair falling in perfect waves. Every laugh, every tilt of her head drew eyes,
