The crowd blurred around me, faces masked with joy and voices lifted in celebration, but all I could see was him.

The figure is standing still in a sea of movement, wearing a cloak to hide his features.

Staring directly at me, from across the courtyard of Damon's pack house.

I thought it had disappeared earlier in the dark garden, only for it to reappear now. I guess it's all fun for him, chasing him around the pack house like some lunatic.

He shouldn't have recognized me, because just ...