Eric's POV
“Alpha Eric, long time no see."
As we lingered at the entrance, a slender woman approached, greeting us warmly. She wore a deep blue suit, perfectly tailored with pants and a double-breasted design fastened at her left waist. Her short, curly hair just brushed her neck, and fine lines at the corners of her eyes hinted at the poise of middle age.
“Mrs. Davenport, it’s been a while.”
I smiled at seeing an old acquaintance from long ago—Elara Davenport—and quickly extended my hand for a handshake. She and her husband were from the Silverthorn Pack, one of the largest werewolf packs in the northern part of America.
But they’d become rogues a few years later when Elara’s parents died. Then, her husband, Melody, came to work at Shone as a jewelry designer.
Elara straightened wi
