g beat like the jackhammer of my heart. Everything around me seemed to blur. A wall of well-wishers surrounded me for what felt like an eternity. With each exchange, my breath caught

p, only to find myself teetering as if walking on unstable ground. Belatedly, I realized

tensed. A frown marred his handsome brows, and he pushed me away as i

balcony. My gaze darted back at the crowd, but the pack was oblivious,

nted. Did his wolf want to flee from me too? I watched him take a swig of the bottle in hand, only to swiftly take another. Tears prickled across my gaze. N

I'd really tried to believe that things would work out between us. I'd tried to give Dylan time to come aroun

to gather my thoughts. There, I raked my fingers through my hair

ylan to notice me. For the first time, instead of helplessness, anger flooded me. I co

ago at college, I graduated with a qualification in fashion design. I'd toyed with the idea of applying to universities to study for a degree, but I'd put my interests o

ea cemented. I wanted to be happy with what I was doing. The dream of designing things, creating t

around. He'd probably be relie

out the banquet hall and didn't spot Dylan. He was so tall that I'd easily have spied him if he'd returned from the balcony.

epped out into the space, I registered his slumped shoulders, how he le

agged on me. "Che–

h

ed Dylan would follow me back into the reception room. What if Dylan blurted out why he'd got so drunk? He'd ruin his dad's ni

the dirt track. Dylan's house, I corrected myself. It wouldn't be mine much lon

kily, empty bottle wit

around his waist. "I've got you." I guided him towards the fro