45: Bad Host

XANDER

I went back to the house, feeling more alive than I could remember. I could already see workers trooping out, getting ready to start planning the party.

I didn’t have a valid reason for it, but it seems like a good idea. And there is a white voice in the back of my head telling me I might have surprise guests.

A party in my pack is one I know Dreaya can’t resist. The only difference is, I have a plan for what will happen this time.

I’m about to start going up the stairs to check on my Adriana flower bed. That is what I call the place now. Her presence is always strong there. And I feel like my dreams have more to do with that place than anything. I’m not complaining.

A hard shove on my shoulder almost pushes me down.

“What the hell is going on?!” Daciana growls, punching me in my chest.

She was still hitting me. Instead of using my hand to protect my face and chest, I grabbed her hand in mine before twisting. The pain makes her pause and I use that distraction to hold onto the