DOMINIC'S POV
The music from inside the mansion is just a dull thump out here. I scan the crowded garden paths, my wolf restless under my skin. Where is she? I lost sight of Jessica maybe fifteen minutes ago. Julian said she needed air. I should have followed her.
My eyes catch everything—the glitter of champagne glasses, the flash of smiles that don't reach eyes, the way people move out of my path without me even looking at them. But I don't see her. That emerald dress should stand out like a beacon.
A cold trickle slides down my spine. It's too quiet on the far path near the hedges.
I move, slipping through the crowd without a word. The polite chatter fades behind me. I follow the stone path, my senses stretching. Then I hear it. Hushed, vicious voices. The sound of a fight.
My bloo
