Murmurs echoed from all over the event hall as the video being played on the projector became brighter for all eyes, werewolf, witch, and human to see.
Meanwhile, I stood frozen in place and blinking as if that would help clarify that I wasn't daydreaming. This couldn't be right...
The video in question was a clip of Odessa and Marcellus standing on her balcony. They seemed to be having a good chat, but Odessa's eyes seemed... Distracted.
The white dress that Odessa wore was the same one she wore when she escaped the pack, meaning this video was taken that night.
"Shut it down." Layla tried signalling the tech team discreetly, but I could see the panic in her eyes.
In the video, Odessa was about to do something, but then tripped and fell. Luckily for her, Marcellus caught her, wrapping his right arm around her waist.
"What is this?" A voice that I recognized as belonging to the American president echoed around the hall, but no one paid him any heed.
