CHAPTER 82
SLOANE'S POV
I spent the night at my uncle's, knowing well the night would be too depressing if I spent it at the packhouse.
Tiffany prepared a dress for me and served me breakfast as instructed by my uncle.
After that, I returned back to the pack house, waiting for word from the council.
Elder Lucas had told me that they would reach out at the early hours of today, but it was almost noon and I hadn't gotten a word.
I sat by the pool, knowing well it was better than stuffing myself up in a dusty old room that hadn't even gotten a broom mark for the longest time.
"Sloane."
An unfamiliar voice called my name, I tried guessing who it was but couldn't.
I turned around slowly and Callen stood at a distance. My brows raised curiously.
Why did he call out my name like that
