Sierra's POV
The walk from our apartment to the ballroom felt like only seconds, yet eons simultaneously. My feet were moving me in the right direction, but things were moving slowly around me. Aaron must have warned everyone to stay out of the pack house until ten o'clock because I didn't see a soul.
"Everyone else is already there," Aaron said softly, clutching my hand tightly.
"Okay," my dry voice cracked. The doors to the ballroom were closed, and I stopped in front of them. Now, knowing what they held on the other side, the seemingly ordinary doors seemed menacing and threatening.
"We have to go in," I said to Brooklyn, who was shaking. "Mom needs us."
"I know," she whispered.
"Don't worry; we can get through this together," Aaron reassured me, squeezing my hand. I looked
