Eleanor's POV

I plastered on a smile and followed her to the heart of the party.

Harley and I exchanged glances as I signaled him not to worry or be afraid. I cocked my head slightly to the door, signaling him to leave as soon as he had the opportunity to do so.

Madison pulled me into the cottage. Despite the late hour of the night, the party was still raging. Groups of hunters had gathered there, drinking, sharing stories, adding fictitious details to make their stories seem more dangerous to impress the listening crowds. The more they talked, the more unbelievable their stories became, and the listeners shuddered with...