Chapter Eighty

As it turned out, the packs were actually pretty good at getting along. I suspect it had something to do with the ridiculous amount of alcohol that was being consumed by every single person here tonight.

Both Killian and Sebastain had brought home giant sized deer for us to cook that night, so we ended up making a bonfire thirty or so feet away from Sebastain’s house. The deer had been skinned and sliced, and now you could grab a piece, a skewer, and roast your meat over the fire.

When everyone had first shown up, things had been very tense.

It was kind of like a middle school prom, where the boys sit on one side and the girls sit on the other. Except the split was between the two groups of wolves.

Ashton had actually been the one to break the tension a little, and I had a mental note to send him a bottle of whiskey or something after, because without him, I’m not sure what would’ve happened.

Him and his group of ducklings had shown up a bit later than everyone else, but only beca