The Kiss That Shouldn’t Exist

Elena’s POV

*A WEEK LATER*

The dining hall is ridiculous.

Gold chandeliers. Polished floors. Velvet chairs.

A shrine to power. A playground for wolves who think too highly of themselves.

And here I am, walking right into their den. I don't know how why he was able to convince me yesterday.

I remember his words perfectly, "this pack needs to know they can trust you..."

The moment I step through the doorway, conversations drop into low ...