Gabriella
The last night at the ball.
A time I should be using to network and enjoy the last little bit of my freedom before having to return to my own packlands.
Instead, I'm standing here in a ball gown, feeling completely out of place among the rest of the shifters enjoying one last night of celebration.
My stomach hurts from how hard it's been clenching ever since I set foot in here. Elijah has been moving around the ballroom, jumping from group to group to mingle. I don't know if he simply doesn't know that I'm here or is blatantly choosing to ignore me—either way, it hurts.
I try to not think about it and focus on the glass of wine in my hand that I've barely touched.
"I'm so sad we have to leave in the morning," Raya's saying, swaying to the music from the quartet. "Do you thi
