The next weekend, the party honoring Annabelle Prath is in full swing in Victor’s back yard. The windows along the back of his house, between the kitchen and the pool, have all been folded back to create one big party area which Amelia has filled with tables, waiters, bars – even a small dance floor.
“Thank you all so much for coming,” Victor says, standing in his tuxedo at a podium by the pool. “Amelia and I are so grateful that you could come and celebrate with us as we honor Annabeth Prath and all of her contributions to our Pack.”
The crowd – about a hundred people, carefully selected, well-dressed – applauds, a few whistles breaking out. The small group of press, also carefully selected, snap pictures for the gossip columns.
The sun is setting just behind the treeline of Victo
