Damon
I checked my watch for the third time in the past fifteen minutes. Natalia had been gone for too long.
She’d mumbled something about needing the restroom after our toast with Alpha David, but that had been nearly half an hour ago. Something wasn’t right. Was she ill, perhaps? If that were the case, I would have to get her home soon.
I excused myself from the elderly Alpha I’d been speaking with and scanned the crowded ballroom. Amongst the crowd of twirling skirts and glittering champagne glasses, I couldn’t spot her.
Wondering if she was just stuck in a conversation with someone, I calmly pushed my way through the crowd, searching for her familiar head of hair. She wasn’t by the bar or seated at one of the many tables.
It was hard to make out individual faces on the packed dan
