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 her

see why we can't drink. That's the

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

wolves ever go after

often lose

happen in Blackwood. But

party, and don't drink anything that comes out of

leaning to whisper in my ear, "Such

"I can hear you."

I wanted you

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.

anxious flipping of my stomach, knowing that I'll at least be able

I

will be fine, Selene

sure about

hurt their alpha's

drinking anything made for shifters as a human, trying not to focus too

easier to be alone. Even as

your mindset if you want your life to

with her impeccable and

I know. I'm trying.

hard to let go of all those negative feelings, when

think of them as new

I'm in the car with Kellan. They were friendly

Have faith.

to say, hard to

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 out into the yard, their laughter and chatter mixing with the pulsing beat of music blaring from

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