Chapter 14

Darius’s POV The encounter with Dorothy was unplanned.It unsettled my wolf more than I cared to admit. But I—Darius Silverclaw, Alpha of the Silver Creek Pack—had come to the Valebrook Ball with a mission. This was one of the most crucial networking events in the werewolf society's calendar year. I couldn't afford to be distracted by emerald silk and accusations that still burned like silver against my skin. "I wish I could go back and unmeet you." Her words echoed in my mind as I made my rounds through the glittering crowd of Alphas, Betas and their elegant companions. Each handshake and strategic conversation felt mechanical while my wolf paced anxiously beneath my skin, constantly trying to turn my head toward wherever she might be. Dorothy Miller, My former mate I had failed. Dorothy's POV I stood by the moonlit pool, swirling a glass of sparkling wine between my fingers, momentarily free from the suffocating sociability of the main ballroom. The scent of chlorine mingled with the