CHAPTER 92 Wolves in the Night

　　Anastasia's pov

　　As the hours go by, I notice several guests leaving, gradually reducing the activity on the dance floor and in the garden. The laughter becomes more sparse, and I realize that even my father has already left the garden.

　　I watch people leaving, getting into their cars, and saying goodbye to one another. I find nothing interesting in them or around them. I decide to venture a little further into the forest, a bit away from the parking lot and the people still in the garden.