Darian slipped away from the festivities. He smiled widely at the strangers who passed him in the hallway nodding his head and tipping his hat at the ladies. He got into the carriage and whistled as it wove slowly through the quiet streets of Lycaonia. Everyone in the city was at the Midwinter Ball.
The carriage dropped him off at the Alpha estate and he used his key to get in. He walked up the long staircase and headed to his personal suite. Once the door was closed he loosened his tie and walked over to dresser.
He stared into the mirror, his reflection visible by the light of the moon. He relaxed his face and let the smile slide away. He’d been dreaming of his mate almost nightly, but in his heart he knew it was too late. He watched as his lavender eyes flickered to black.
He was almost lost.
