Dylan's POV
The party hall is packed with members of my pack, all here to celebrate my birthday. Every single person is present—even Elder Charles and his insufferable son, Chris. When I say everyone, I mean everyone from the Dylan Moon Pack… except one person.
Anna.
Her absence gnaws at me.
“What a lovely party you have here,” one of the elders says, dragging me out of my thoughts.
Damn it. I’d forgotten the elders were still standing in front of me. They showed up to offer birthday wishes, though I know they don’t mean a word of it. Their smiles are rehearsed, their eyes dull. My mind drifts again because—let’s be honest—these old men are boring me to death.
“Thank you,” I mutter, trying to sound polite.
As they continue droning on, my eyes begin to scan the hall. I'm searching f
