#Chapter 33: A Tour of the Pack

Hannah I slipped my feet into a pair of black flats and smoothed my hands over the pale yellow dress I had chosen for the day. It was a little tighter and more revealing than I would normally wear, but I wanted to make an impression—both on Drake and on anyone else who might be watching. Noah wasn’t here, of course. He had left the house last night after our argument, and still had yet to return. Part of me was annoyed that he wasn’t here to see me leave with Drake, but I knew he would be hearing about it later. When I stepped into the foyer, Drake was already waiting for me, looking handsome in a crisp button-down shirt and slacks. His eyes widened slightly as he took in my appearance, but he recovered quickly with a charming smile. “Good morning, Hannah,” he greeted, taking my hand and brushing a gentlemanly kiss over my knuckles. “You look lovely today.” I returned his smile, although I couldn’t deny the lingering sense of annoyance at his presence. I supposed I had d