Chapter 8

Elena’s pov

Under the moonlight, I made my way back to the Dark Moon Pack.

As I got closer, I could hear the sounds of lively music.

The whole Pack house was lit up like a Christmas tree, clearly hosting a massive party.

Thinking about the chaos back at Blue Mountain Pack, my heart felt like it was being squeezed.

I took a deep breath and walked into the courtyard.

The courtyard was buzzing with joy.

People were clinking glasses, celebrating with wine, flowers, and music.

The decorations were over the top, with sparkling lights reflecting off colorful balloons and flowers.

The banquet table was loaded with fancy food, and the smell of roasted meat only made my inner turmoil worse.

This party wasn't for me, so I had no plans to stick around.

I just wanted to get back to my room.

But then, someone grabbed my arm.

"Elena, where have you been? The party’s almost over!" A scolding voice rang in my ear.

I turned around to see Tiffany’s angry face.

Not far behind her, Miranda was walking tow