The moonlight hung over a large, stunning three-story building as Zephyr stepped out of the taxi.
Cheering voices, laughter, and music drifted from inside the building.
His gaze snapped to the invitation card clenched tightly in his hand. His eyes darkened, the blue patterns slightly shifting to amber color. Then, he strode toward the entrance.
“Sir, may I see your invitation card?” A bulky man dressed in black suit stopped him at the doorstep.
He slowly handed the card over.
The man scrutinized briefly then nodded. “You may go in.”
Zephyr retrieved the card, rumbling under his breath.
Inside, his gaze scanned the crowd of people. Most were human, while others were werewolves. There was dancing, drinking, and casual conversations about mundane stuff.
Zephyr walked deeper inside.
