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?"

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

can't drink. That's

underage," Kellan interrupts her, turning off on a side road. It's lined with trees, and I can see cows grazing in the field to

their wolves ever

snorts. Young shifters often lose control, and wolves

the same thing happen in Blackwood.

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

it, Dad," Lisa chirps, before leaning to whisper in my ear,

"I can hear you."

I wanted

probably just anxiety. I haven't been

soothe the anxious flipping of my stomach, knowing that

if I

will be

sure

wouldn't hurt

made for shifters as a human, trying not to focus

easier to be alone. Even as suffocated

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

she goes again, with her

I know. I'm trying.

those negative feelings, when

as new friends. Just

in the car with Kellan. They were friendly to me there.

Have faith.

say, hard

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

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