Elana.
My breath hitched in my throat as I made eye contact with the devil himself.
Alexander Cor.
My smile faded immediately. Someone nudged me and I remembered why I had stood in the first place. He must have found it strange that a random woman was staring him down.
I forgot I had changed my appearance and identity in general. “Right, my apologies,” I said and cleared my throat.
“My name is Isadora Dermon and I am the head of Dobawere Weretopia.” I introduced myself to the rest of the werewolves.
There were murmurs and comments but my mind wasn’t directed at them at all. It was fixated on the man who sat across the table from me. He watched me too.
I looked away in order not to be too suspicious.
It was his turn and he introduced himself. However, I saw it as unnecessary conside
