Regina scanned the hall, and the moment her eyes locked onto a figure at the blackjack table—
her heart slammed to a stop.
For a split second, her world narrowed into a tunnel—one face, one memory, one betrayal.
Her blood turned ice.
Beside her, Tara had been brimming with excitement. But she was wolf-born, too—instinct didn't lie. She instantly sensed the spike in energy beside her.
She turned her head, saw Regina's face—pale, stiff, breath shallow.
And her eyes... her eyes were burning.
Locked.
Raging.
Tracking something like prey.
Tara's own gaze swept across the room, trying to follow the thread, but all she saw were flashing lights and too many tables, too many bodies. It was chaos in motion. Nothing stood out.
Brows drawing together, she whispered low and firm:
"Rae... did you see someone you know?"
The question pulled Regina back—just enough.
