Elara
The two of us returned to the house in silence. The car was eerily quiet without Zoe’s constant chatter, and I wasn’t looking forward to spending an entire day in Alaric’s house without the sound of her voice.
As we stepped into the grand foyer, Alaric turned to me.
“Tomorrow is the children’s welcome party, as well as the day I officially address the media regarding the situation,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’ll be inviting all the elite werewolves, including members of the press. You will need to attend, of course. As my wife.”
I looked up at him, trying to mask my apprehension. “Alright.”
He added, “Of course, you’ll need to learn some basic social etiquette to avoid suspicion.”
“Are you saying I lack etiquette?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He met my gaze evenly. “
