SLOANE
Aragon was booming with the festivities. The mansion which I learnt was the pack house, was bustling with fiftieth activities. I’d spent the entire day stuck in Adrian’s suite, and only one thought crossed my mind.
I wanted to see my father. And I wanted to see him badly.
I paced the length of the room, raking my mind for the best excuse to give. The warriors that manned the pack house were given strict instructions not to let anyone into the cell.
I laid on the bed, stirring from one end to the other. I sat up, a sigh escaping my lips. I looked out the window, white carpet of snow colored the atmosphere.
New York would be perfect this holiday season. I reached for my phone, and dialed Juliet’s number. The phone rang, but she didn’t pick up.
“Don’t take it to heart Sloane,
