Chapter 67

Sylvia’s POV I couldn't believe Selene refused to give up so easily. She persisted, following me closely and trying to grab the zipper at my back, all while feigning concern. "Sivi, please let me help. I'll come with you," she cooed with false sweetness. "The ballroom is so large—we should stick together," she added, stretching her hand toward me. I sidestepped her attempt. "I said no. I can manage on my own." Noticing the curious glances from other pack members, I decided against creating a scene. My wolf was already agitated, her growls vibrating through my chest. Just as I was about to expose Selene's true intentions, a commotion erupted near the entrance. Whispers and gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave. "Oh my God, who is that?" "I've never seen a man with such presence." "That face would stand out even in Hollywood." A female wolf nearby practically melted, her cheeks flushing red. "He looked at me for a second, and I felt it in my bones." "Which pack is he from? How have