Chapter 71 The Hour Of Lust

• Elara POV~
• ​The mansion was pitch black. I stood in the living room, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I thought it would burst. I was supposed to be gone. I was supposed to be with Rafael, running as far from this pack as our legs would carry us. But I wasn't. For some reason, I was here. The silence was heavy, thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic.
• ​Everyone was gone. The Silver-Moon celebration had started hours ago, and every wolf in the pack was at the grounds. I knew Fenris was supposed to be leading the ritual. I sighed, closing my eyes for a second to steady my breath. I needed to move. I turned to the door, ready to leave this dark place behind, when the air in the room shifted.