Fifty

RAVEN’S POV:

The party had already begun with full force when Bethany and I walked in. She urged me to go with her to a party she was invited to. It was a Saturday evening, and although I was rather busy with the business plan I had to submit, I needed the break so I could think of new ideas.

There were countless familiar faces at the party as well as several unfamiliar ones. The unfamiliar ones were most likely not residing in the pack house.

However, Bethany must be very popular in the pack for a lot of eyes turned to us the moment we entered. Their stares were set on the two of us, and they regarded us from top to toe.

Oh, God. I hate being in the spotlight.

My anxiety level was rising at a high rate, and it was practically about to shoot through the roof. Bethany obviously noticed how uneasy I was and turned to me.

"Raven, I'm here with you. So just loosen up and enjoy the party." She said. "You will... if the party goes all well."

I was immediately alarmed. "What do you mean?"

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