Eleanor pushed the door open and immediately got hit with the heavy stench of smoke and booze, making her wrinkle her nose.
The place was packed with werewolves, all laughing, drinking, messing around. Right away, her eyes landed on Carl sitting right in the middle.
He had two gorgeous women hanging off him, both wearing skimpy skirts and cuddled up close like they belonged there.
Eleanor quickly looked away, took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
Her entrance didn't go unnoticed—chatter died down and she could feel all those eyes shifting to her.
Dressed plainly and without a trace of makeup, she looked completely out of place in this flashy scene. Still, her beauty was enough to make a few jaws drop.
"Who dragged in the little saint?" one of the werewolves joke
