The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of the pack house, casting a soft glow over everything. Elena woke up nestled in Damien’s arms, the warmth of his body comforting her as they lay together. She smiled, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t known before. But as the morning stretched on, that peace slowly gave way to unease, Amelia’s absence from the party still weighed on her mind.Damien stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Morning, love," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.Elena smiled, turning to face him. "Good morning," she whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.For a moment, everything felt perfect. But then, the thoughts that had been simmering at the back of her mind came rushing forward. "Damien," she said quietly, resting her hand on his chest. "Do you think… do you think Amelia’s okay? She wasn’t at the party, and I couldn’t help but notice. She’s your best friend, after all."Damien’s expression shifted, a small frow
Read more