Jake's POV
I’d like to say I was paying attention.
To Caroline,the brunette,who was still leaning a little too close, She laughed at something I barely remembered saying, her hand brushing against my arm as she leaned closer. Her perfume was floral and overpowering, clinging to the air between us like a net. Normally, I wouldn’t mind. Normally, this was exactly how I spent my time at these gatherings: charming, smooth, and in control.
But tonight, my focus was scattered.
Or rather, focused on one very specific person.
I caught sight of her across the room, standing by the far wall. Brielle.
She wasn’t dressed for the occasion: jeans, a black top, her hair pulled into an effortlessly messy knot. She looked completely out of place in the glittering crowd, surrounded by wolves in sleek
