Elena POV

I sipped slowly on what was probably my third glass of wine of the evening, already well and truly bored.

Draven had been whisked away almost as soon as we arrived, by the Alphas, every single one of them seeming to have something urgent they needed to talk to him about.

And I’d been whisked away by Cordelia and a bunch of other women to go talk about ‘womanly’ things.

Cherries.

I pulled back a little, then sipped on the wine again, I was right. I could taste a faint hint of ...