Jake's POV
The Silvermoon Pack knew how to throw a party.
The dining hall was packed, the chandeliers casting a warm glow over the crowd as laughter and music filled the air. Wolves mingled, drinks flowed, and the scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread wafted through the room.
It was my kind of scene: lively, loud, and full of admirers vying for my attention.
I leaned against the bar, a drink in hand, letting the noise and energy wash over me. Normally, this was the kind of event where I thrived. A room full of people, all eager to get a moment of my time, to hear me laugh, to bask in my charm.
But tonight, my mind was elsewhere.
Or rather, on someone else.
Brielle.
She was across the room, standing with Jade near the grand staircase. Her arms were crossed over her chest, he
