[Killian’s POV]
My God, these events are so tedious.
I truly had zero interest in partaking in this damned dinner party but felt too obliged to Elara’s father, Cormac, to say no.
I took a ginger sip from my glass and lazily scanned the room. Cormac, who stood at the head of the group of other socialite men, was well in his element. But my muscles briefly went rigid when I caught not a single trace of Elara.
The wolf within me grew altered. The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “Where’s Elara?” I heard myself asking.
Cormac looked less than bothered. “I’ve given her the task of entertaining some of the guests.”
Unlike her social butterfly of a father, Elara despised these sorts of events just as much as I did. There had been multiple occasions in the past when
