Elena.

My head hurts, and I can feel my vision becoming blurry. Drunk, yeah. I was so fucking drunk. On top of that, I was also in a daze, trying to find my way out of this mess.

When I finally made it out of the crowd, I happened to be on the wrong side and was confronted by a policeman.

Ms. Willow was a werewolf, and also a policewoman. She oversaw the safety of the werewolves from a different position than the warriors, and she kept us safe.

When she recognized me, even more so in my drunken and wobbly state, she frowned, and stepped close to me, holding...