Seventy one

AUTHOR'S POV:

The night was immensely dark, and there was no star in sight. Even the moon had receded behind the clouds, taking long to appear on the surface. Several people were asleep in their beds, some drunk senseless and pulling one another home after the party tonight, some still going for an after party, some throwing tantrums and making a drunken scene, some breaking up and making up, some falling in love and some confessing. It was a rather chaotic night.

However, some people had a sleepless night, full of worry. Bethany was coiled up in her room, worried but not daring to approach Tristan and ask him to let her see Raven. After all, he was the one who brought her to the pack and clearly cared about Raven more than her. Not to mention the guilt that she carelessly left her alone. Roman and Ethan had a late night drink while they chat worriedly about Alexander's motive.

Tristan was immensely tense and didn't know what to do about her. His head was about to burst and aching,