Elena
Elena stepped out of the car and her heels hit cobblestone. The Cross estate sprawled in front of her, all stone and iron gates and windows that glowed like something out of a period drama. People moved up the steps in gowns and suits that probably cost more than her tuition.
“You good?” Ethan asked, offering his arm.
“Yeah.”
She wasn’t good. Every eye that turned their way felt like a weight. These weren’t college students or regular people. These were wolves. Old money wolves. The kind who could smell what you were before you opened your mouth.
They climbed the steps and entered through massive double doors. The foyer alone was bigger than most houses. Marble floors, a chandelier that looked like it belonged in a museum, oil paintings lining the walls in gilt frames. Staff mov
