Elara’s POV
Liliana was gone, Soren just left, and I didn't know anyone else in this Pack.
I walked carefully to the door and looked through the peephole.
It was Soren.
But he looked totally different from the guy I saw an hour ago.
He had changed into formal dinner clothes—a soft, dark gray suit.
The fabric shined a little under the lights. It looked formal but not stiff.
He wasn't wearing a normal white shirt underneath.
Instead, he was wearing a light cream knit sweater. The soft fabric fit perfectly around his neck. He looked warm and classy.
His dark brown short hair wasn't styled too much.
The natural curls fell gently on his forehead, making him look a little mysterious. He was holding a fancy clothes bag in one hand and a matching shoe box in the other.
He gave off a gen
