[Austin’s POV]
I eye Elizabeth as she stares at me with hunger in her eyes while wondering which pack she was from since I had met most of the daughters of higher-ranking officials at various gatherings.
“Something wrong?” She asks, placing a hand on my thigh and leaning closer. “You look like you want to ask me something.”
“You’re perceptive.” I chuckle. “I was just wondering which pack you’re from. I’m certain I would remember someone as beautiful as you, but I’m drawing a blank.”
“That,” she begins, looking a bit hesitant, which only adds to my curiosity. “That’s because my pack isn’t one that most would associate with.”
Not one that others would associate with. There was only one pack that I could think of like that, and the fact that I was randomly running into someone from that
