Zaira’s POV
I didn’t usually attend parties so I definitely wasn’t a party person.
I was never the one that people would think of when inviting people to their party, even if they were inviting practically everybody. My age mates didn’t seek my presence at parties and I didn’t try to attend one. The pack would throw some events annually, but I was never the one to actively participate in them, I would probably be there for the setup and the cleanup. Nothing more, nothing less. No one really needed my presence at these events so they all went on without me. Yet, all of a sudden, I was going to be the main reason a party was being thrown.
What a shock my past self would have experienced if she saw me now. In fact, I was sure the me from a few months ago, would have killed herself if she
