Chapter 130 Ava: The Party (I)

The party is in the heart of the Westwood pack lands, neighboring Granite City. A quiet road leads from an urban metropolis to a quiet and rural town, too small to be called a suburb.

Only shifters live here.

A prickling, wrong sort of feeling crawls over my skin, and Lisa grabs my hand when she notices how tense I am.

"It'll be fine," she assures me, with all the confidence in the world.

I hope she's right.

Just keep your ears and nose open, Selene says, sounding a little grumpy. She's stuck in the apartment because there's no way to explain to the guards at the door why I would just let my dog go roaming the world on her own.

I will, I promise, even though my ears and nose aren't much better than the average human's.

A little better. But not that much better.

"You both have your phones, right?" Kellan asks as he drives, as if he hasn't asked the exact same question three other times already.

"Yes," we chorus dutifully.

"And my phone number?"

"Yes."

"What time am I picking you up?"

"Eleven at the latest," Lisa sighs.

"And your drink of choice?"

respond to this one, because Lisa's too busy rolling her

can't drink. That's

with trees, and I can see cows grazing in

wolves ever go

snorts. Young shifters often lose control,

in Blackwood. But we

homemade at the party, and don't drink anything that comes out of a punch

Dad," Lisa chirps, before leaning to whisper in

"I can hear you."

wanted you

that foreboding feeling creeping and crawling over me. It's probably just anxiety. I haven't been to a large scale event in forever. The few

wearing sneakers. It helps soothe the anxious flipping of my

if I don't

be fine, Selene

you sure

wouldn't hurt their

dangers of drinking anything made for shifters as a human, trying not to focus too much on the urge to run back to the

be alone. Even as

change your mindset if you want your life to follow a different path,

her impeccable

I know. I'm trying.

hard to let go of all those negative feelings, when they're all

them as new friends. Just like

the car with Kellan.

Have faith.

to say, hard to

we approach. Cars are scattered haphazardly across the front lawn, parked wherever there's a spare patch of grass. Shifters mill about, some heading into the house while others spill

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