Viviane’s POV
The pack house isn’t what I expected. I always pictured a cold, stuffy mansion. Instead it’s warm and welcoming.
Caspian blows smoke into the air, watching me out of the corner of his eye. “First time here?”
I nod, looking around the party with unbridled curiosity. Guests mill around packed gaming tables, dressed to the nines and juggling drinks. I don’t recognize many people, but based on their appearances I suspect they’re Academy students. The few faces I do know from Asterion High are far from friendly. I’ve only seen them from afar – apparently I lack the pedigree to be invited to their exclusive cliques.
“I don’t get to host often.” Caspian explains, steering me forward with a possessive hand on the small of my back. “But the Alpha is away on business.” The corner
