~Atticus~
Silas waits by the door for me when I walk out of the ballroom, his arms folded across his chest. “What the f*ck was that?”
“Not here,” I remind him sharply, not breaking my stride. “Follow me.”
Obediently, he trails after me until I reach the front door of the pack house. However, I’m not leaving, not just yet. I still have some unfinished business.
In the light of the moon, I slip around the side of the house into the back garden, using the shadows of the trees to conceal my presence. The chatter of conversation and laughter drifts out from the ballroom where the benefit carries on, but my eyes are fixed on the upper floor, where the highest-ranked families live.
If I’m right, and I usually am, Elara won’t stay much longer at the party. She’ll make an excuse to go back to
