Ava
I swayed to the orchestral music, the man’s arms around my waist as we moved across the dance floor. He was being perfectly chivalrous—keeping an appropriate distance, making polite small talk about the decor and the musicians. He had introduced himself as Patrick, a member of Moonrise pack who had been working and living in the human world over recent years.
But despite his gentlemanly efforts, I found my attention continually wandering, my eyes roving over the crowd in search of one person.
Chris.
Where was he? Was he off chatting and laughing with another bachelorette? Was he being threatened by Elise in the same way she had threatened me? The thought made my heart clench painfully in my chest.
“You seem a bit… distracted.”
The sound of Patrick’s voice pulled
