Elara
After lunch with my convenient husband, I drove straight to Park Manor.
This thirty-acre estate was my father James's private territory before he passed away. The deed had my name on it. Elara Park.
It was the only safe place of my childhood, and the one property I had demanded to get back during my negotiations with my mother.
But I knew that for the past few years, Selina had been using it as her personal party house.
My car crunched over the familiar gravel driveway, stopping at the iron gates.
Right away, I spotted the familiar black Bentley. Zack's car.
I pushed open my car door. Every nerve was tight like a string about to snap.
My wolf moved restlessly inside me, already smelling trespassers on what should be our territory.
The driver moved to follow me, but I held up
