"Enid!"

Clover's deep voice rang heavily in my head hurling me back to reality. Back to the grim faces of the Pack elders.

I glanced around to see their gazes on me. Waiting as though they were demanding something from me.

I raised a quizzical brow at them only to meet with Chase's murderous glares on me. I chose not to dwell on him. I had been avoiding him for a while now and he seemed to get the memo.

Clover came to my rescue for not a word discussed in the conference hall stuck to my brain, they were basically falling and bouncing off deaf ears.

My thoughts were...