Elena POV
I sipped slowly on what was probably my third glass of wine of the evening, already well and truly bored.
Draven had been whisked away almost as soon as we arrived, by the pack leaders, every single one of them seeming to have something extremely urgent they needed to talk to him about.
And I’d been whisked away by Cordelia and a bunch of other women to go talk about ‘womanly’ things. Somehow, I’d manage to hang around the edges of conversation, present but not engaged. It had worked well enough so far.
Cherries.
I pulled back a little, paused, then sipped on the wine again, I was right. I could taste a faint hint of cherries on this one. My favorite I decided with a nod, out of the three.
“Luna are you listening?” a grating voice called me out of my thoughts.
“Huh?” Did
