Wayland pulls me quickly through the party, everyone around us oblivious to my inner turmoil. Wayland isn't oblivious, but I didn't exactly explain myself well. I don't know what I expected from tonight, but silently staring at the hot wolf shifter wasn't it. Not that I'm really complaining. It was... arousing. I mean, just the heat, the tension, the unspoken words. I feel like I caught the eye of the prince, and he wanted me to himself. Then, just like Cinderella, the clock tolled.
I shiver involuntarily at the image that seared itself into my mind. The pain. The anguish. The terror. And then, the voices. The shadows didn't touch me this time, but I heard the voice from them again. Claiming me. Promising me that he's coming for me. All the warmth I felt in the presence of Wayland blew o
