Estelle's POV
I went silent. My expression probably betrayed more than tears ever could.
The golf cart stopped.
Damon was first to wave, smiling warmly, while Theron's gaze landed on me.
I felt it—the icy weight of his stare, like mist rolling off a frozen lake, daring anyone to approach. And yet… there was a tremor beneath it, a spark I remembered from the elevator, from that fleeting touch that night.
I struggled to steady my breath as my wolf spirit growled: Stay calm.
We walked toward them.
Since I was here, I might as well try.
"Elara." Damon spoke first.
She smiled politely. "Alpha Damon, Alpha Theron." Then, nudging me slightly, she added, "This is my friend, Estelle Miller."
Her voice took on a sly undertone. "She came here today specifically to see you, Alpha Theron."
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