Chapter 104; Confession.

It was dusk and the annual Winter Ball had drifted to full buzz. The gates of the castle had been thrown open and the halls were filled with merry werewolves – both pack members and non pack members.

There were more halls in the castle, halls that were enough to contain the common folks.

There was also a special hall designated to the nobles and royals. Of course, it was the most elegant amongst all. With exotic decorative attires and traditional equipment hung around.

Estan spotted Regan speaking with some other pack's dignitaries round a table just ahead. He went over the counter to get himself wine.

After a few minutes of drinking, he felt a presence right behind him.

“Alpha.” He called as he turned around, bowing respectfully.

“Where is my Luna?” Regan asked immediately with a look of worry on his face.

“Happy Winter Ball to you too.” Estan said sarcastically. “The Luna should be here…” he drawled, gazing around the hall but there was no sign of Ivorie.

“She was acting strange dur