I frowned and was about to remark on his sour mood when a woman with
 
 flowers in her hair took my wrist, and suddenly, she and I were bounding into
 
 the frenzy of laughing people.
 
 The thrum of the drums reverberated through my body, and I closed my
 
 eyes, letting my hips move with the tempo of the music. I felt free and alive,
 
 not a care in my m
 
 ind.
 
 Hours or seconds or minutes passed as I spun around the garden until an
 
 invisible force slowed me to a stumbling halt. I opened my eyes, and my gaze
 
 locked onto Jaxson’s.
 
 He stood at the edge of the crowd, his attention entirely focused on me,
 
 like a predator stalking its prey. His stare was so intense that I felt it vibrate
 
 the air between us.
 
 Shivers inched down my spine, and a tightness spread through my chest,
 
 narrowing to a point above my heart. And then, like a thread wrapped around
 
 me, it tugged me toward the man with the honey-gold eyes. Jaxson Laurent.
 
 My alpha.
 
 I moved nearer until our bodies were inches apart. Tilting my head, I
 
 looked up into his steely eyes. He wore a tortured expression, and now that I
 
 was close enough to touch him, I saw that every one of his muscles was
 
 tensed.
 
 “Do you want to dance with me?” I asked.
 
 “I don’t dance.” His voice was gruff and grouchy, and I couldn’t help but
 
 laugh. I had a hard time imagining it, to be fair.
 
 But we were in the most beautiful place. It was such a tragedy. How
 
 could this man be in such a foul mood?
 
 How do I make a wolf come out of its den?
 
 But I already knew.
 
 I let the thread draw me to within an inch of him—so close I could almost
 
 feel his heartbeat. I gave him a demure look. “Chase me, Jaxson.”