155. Lorenzo
I was tired, I was worried, my mind was running a marathon and I just needed a break but I couldn't rest. Not with Marissa by my side and wanting to socialise and meet people. She was excited and I was happy that she loved it. For a moment, I had worried that she would feel out of place.
The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and aged wine, but the conversations around me were suffocating. A bunch of self-absorbed werewolves boasting about their achievements, their superiority, their strength—yet none of it had any substance. None of it mattered to someone like me, someone below them in their eyes.
They weren’t here to share wisdom or guidance. No, they were here to flaunt their power; to make sure we knew just how untouchable they were and the more they spo
