MIKE
Night of the ball
I look at my watch for the thousandth time. 2 pm. Attendees have been arriving since the c***k of dawn. Alpha’s, Beta’s, and other high-ranking werewolves, along with their entourage of either guards or family members.
Between Jonda and I and my mother and father, we have been greeting the arrivals all morning. It wasn’t protocol to have to greet each arriving party, but it was expected for a ranking member to receive them.
I cast an annoyed look at my father, rolling my eyes. Finally, he gives me the nod indicating I can leave my post to do the important s**t. Make sure everything is in place and security knows when and where they are meant to be.
Despite checking, double-checking, and even triple checking. I need to check again. Tomorrow is a big day for Ke
