ATLAS STONEWALL
The Rolls-Royce phantom growled like an unsatisfied beast as it turned into the private driveway of the Silverine Pack house.
The sky was a dark blanket, studded with reflecting diamonds, and the night's air was cold.
Inside, Atlas sat, his gaze distant and his thoughts faraway. The magnificent building of the Silverine Pack that usually had his heart swelling with pride and strength now seemed hollow and cold as his car approached it.
Home didn't feel like home anymore.
And it was because of her.
He knew she was alive. They were still connected in some way, despite the severed ties. Somehow, he suspected she'd come for the gem. After all, the auction was happening in her city. But, he couldn't believe his eyes when she'd walked into the hall.
He had expected a
