Devon
The cameras flashed like lightning across a black sky, casting false halos around our heads. Eleanor stood beside me at the entrance to the VIP section of the Grand La’Vidolis Hall, her hand looped through mine, her smile gleaming like a weapon.
To the world, we were picture-perfect, the President and First Lady of Astria. Regal. Poised. United.
Inside, I was dying.
This wasn’t where I should be.
I knew I shouldn’t be here.
I should’ve been halfway to Woodland by now, on my way to my pack, to my people. To search for my mate.
To Jimmie.
To Clementine.
My wolf clawed at me from the inside, pacing beneath my skin, restless and panicked. Still no word from Fara regarding Nadia. Like she’d vanished into dust. And Clementine... gods, Clementine was still out there somewhere with
