Eric's POV
This was my bar. My sanctuary. The one place I came to unwind after days that stretched too long and nights that offered no peace. The Moonlight Lounge existed in a careful equilibrium—wolves and humans sharing space, neither side daring to disrupt the fragile peace I'd brokered.
I never expected to see her here.
Certainly not as a server. And absolutely not in that absurd, provocative catsuit that left almost nothing to the imagination.
Elena Grey.
Every time I encountered that woman, she was in the middle of some fresh disaster.
I'd intended to stay out of it. I could see clearly enough that she despised charity and wore her pride like armor. And there were other considerations—less noble, more complicated.
Mark Dalton might be beneath my respect, but he was Bella's hus
