Howl Of The Heart
s standing in the opulent lobby, having reached the top of the sweeping staircase. The Anniversary Gala was full-blown, a glittering exposition of wealth and influence-he had masterminded ev
him. In less than an hour
of the moon that daunted him; it was the chaos that tagged along with it. He couldn't afford t
cut in, drawing him
dark hair neatly pinned back, though a few strands had rebelliously escaped. She held a
his tone clipped
u," she said. Her tone was flat. "A
night to corner him. The man was relentless in his attem
. You can return
ot the kind he received from his staff. It was as if she could see bey
ong, Mr. Cross?
tion. "I'm fine," he said
. Ethan watched her until she disappeared into the crowd, then exhaled
ed and stoic, tonight he had seemed...frayed, held together only by a willpower that struggled to keep its grip. She scolded herself
tuck in her brain as she set the empty tra
osturing by Calvert was nothing out of the ordinary, but tonight each word grated on the taut threads of Etha
e gardens behind The Silver Crescent were empty, the perfect refuge from the thrumming energy of
n ragged gasps as his vision blurred, the world tilting as pain consumed him. Merciless, th
a cacophony of urges he fought hard to suppress. He could not risk straying far, not with the gala yet still in full flo
were coming closer. He crouched low, golden eyes locking onto the sour
she called
found him? More importantly, why
n until they came to a rest on him. Those eyes, so b
ump. Ethan growled, instinctive, low and guttural, the reaction of an animal. But Lila mere
ispered, her voic
gaze. He didn't know how, but she had seen past the beast to the man within