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

drink. That's the entire point of a

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

if their wolves ever go after the

Selene snorts. Young shifters often

in Blackwood. But we didn't raise

don't drink anything that comes out of a punch

Lisa chirps, before leaning to whisper in my ear,

"I can hear you."

I wanted you

just anxiety. I haven't been to a large scale event in forever. The few I've been

glad I'm wearing sneakers. It helps soothe the anxious flipping of my stomach, knowing that

if I don't

will be

you sure

hurt

not to focus too much on the urge to run back to

Even as suffocated as I

have to change your mindset if you want your life

with her impeccable and

I know. I'm trying.

let go of all those negative feelings,

as new friends.

with Kellan. They

Have faith.

say, hard to

farmhouse looms larger as 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

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