Eliose:
The ceremony had ended hours ago.
The hall had emptied, the music fading into quiet corridors and distant laughter as wolves drifted back to their quarters. By the time Marcel and I returned to his rooms, the pack house had settled into that strange nighttime calm that came after something intense.
Neither of us spoke much at first.
He had changed out of his suit almost immediately, pulling on a pair of dark sweatpants and a simple white shirt. The formal edge he carried in public had softened, replaced by something quieter, more human.
I had done the same before I entered his room. I wasn’t even sure why I came to his room, but after what happened between him and whoever that woman was, after I saw his tension, something in me told me not to leave him alone.
The dress Alessi
