The moment I stepped into Alpha Kael's mansion, I regretted my decision to attend this damn birthday celebration. The air reeked of expensive perfume, champagne, and desperation as wolves from neighboring packs mingled and schemed. Politics disguised as pleasure—my least favorite combination.
"Orion Nightwing!" Alpha Kael's booming voice cut through the chatter. He strode toward me with outstretched arms, his portly frame draped in what had to be a custom-tailored suit. "I didn't expect the most reclusive Nightwing brother to grace us with his presence!"
I forced a smile, accepting his crushing handshake. "Happy birthday, Kael."
"Where are your brothers hiding? And your lovely Luna?" His eyes glinted with curiosity.
"Pack business," I replied curtly. The less anyone knew about our situation with Seraphina, the better.
Kael laughed, slapping my shoulder. "Always so serious! Come, you must try this special champagne. Imported from France. Cost me a small fortune."
