Celia
Thomas had just made it back to the packhouse when Lauren called and the glamour broke immediately. He spent the drive apologizing to the two with a white face. Celia assured him he was in no trouble and the rest of the ride was made in silence. Lauren’s phone dinged a couple times and she ran her thumbs across the keyboard quickly.
“They’re already back.” She told Celia. Another ding and Lauren looked back up at her. “Blaise is pissed.” Celia rolled her eyes.
“What a surprise.” Celia said losing energy and the car crossed the territory lines. Instead of going to the garage, the driver told them he was instructed to take them to the front door. When they got out of the car, Lauren led Celia to the main door and they entered into an expansive foyer with dozens of wolves milling a
