Kaelen's POV
I move through the crowd, weaving between clusters of guests.
Laughter and chatter rise around me, but I barely hear it. I’m looking for the pianist who walked out of the shadows and unsettled me in ways I can’t explain.
A man from the Ironclaw Pack intercepts me with a wide grin. “Kaelen, your family knows how to put on a show. It's an utterly remarkable evening.”
I return the courtesy with a nod, but I don’t stop. “Enjoy yourself.” His voice fades behind me as I press forward.
The main floor is crowded with bodies shifting for drinks and conversation. I circle near the stage, only to find it already being reset for the next act. The piano sits empty.
She’s gone. My jaw tightens.
Another figure steps into my path, a Stormfang Beta with a glass of wine in hand. He clap
