Chapter 45

Deimos POV

Standing outside the ballroom doors, I grind my cane into the floor beside me. I can’t decide if I should leave it outside or not. I don’t want the werewolf community to view me as weak, but without my cane, I can be unsteady on my feet.

‘You are thinking too much,’ Duko growls. ‘Our mate needs us.’

Grumbling at my wolf, I push the doors of the ballroom open. My Alpha Aura fills the room as soon as I step inside. The music stops, and everyone pauses as they turn to the doors to see who has come in.

I keep my face stoic and walk through the crowd. Murmurs and whispers follow me as I make my way through the throngs of people.

Stella really outdid herself this time. It feels like every pack within the United States is being represented here tonight. She was obviously determined to find her mate.

I make my way to the front of the crowd, and my father rushes to my side with a microphone in his hands. He taps on the microphone, causing a loud thumping no