The music was already echoing through the pack house, laughter and chatter floating through the open windows as the guests continued to arrive. The scent of pine mingled with the sweetness of freshly baked pastries and the faint aroma of wildflowers, the air alive with excitement and celebration.
Opal leaned against the railing of the porch, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed as she watched the guests milling about on the lawn. She could see clusters of young wolves laughing and talking, the neighboring Alphas standing in small groups, their powerful auras commanding attention. Her chest tightened, her stomach twisting. So many people... so many strangers.
"Are you just going to stand out here and sulk all night?" Ash teased, leaning against the railing beside her, his silver eyes sparkling with mischief. "You do know this is supposed to be your party, right?"
