ELIANA.

It was well into the dead of night when the car came to a halt. I gazed outside my windows to see people flood through the Villa's entrance. They were dressed extravagantly in the brightest colors, even some wearing masks. That sort of thing wasn't unusual in werewolf ball parties.

In fact—I looked to Adam who had driven me here.

"I told you." He heaved. "You were right!" Braiding the rope of my mask through my hair, I balanced it upon the bridge of my nose and a ...