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?"

because Lisa's

why we can't drink. That's the entire point

side road. It's lined with trees, and I

wolves ever

shifters often lose

same thing happen in Blackwood. But we didn't raise our own cows

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

Lisa chirps, before leaning to whisper in my

"I can hear you."

wanted you

I let their banter distract me from 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 I've

soothe the anxious flipping of my stomach, knowing that

if I don't get

will be fine, Selene

you sure about

hurt their alpha's

to focus too much on the urge to run back to the apartment

easier to be alone. Even as

to change your mindset if you want your life

goes again, with her impeccable and

I know. I'm trying.

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

as new

with Kellan.

Have faith.

to say, hard to

front lawn, parked wherever there's a spare patch of grass. Shifters mill about, some heading into the house while others spill out into the yard, their laughter and chatter mixing with the pulsing beat of

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