Vera's POV
The party was flooded with the piercing sound of music, enchanting dance steps, and a little bit of conversation, or rather gossip from the pack's women here and there. And there was laughter too—loud, annoying ones from Lucy. She was privileged to meet Phil's special guests from other packs.
It was a thing of pride—and clearly, Lucy was using it to her advantage to make fun of me. I felt made fun of, not by her laughter and the way she made those guests laugh along with her—but it's the way her arms are entwined with Phil's.
I swallowed a glass of alcohol into my mouth as I digested the sour, bitter taste. I took another glass on a tray from a passing maid. I drank once, twice, thrice until I felt like throwing up.
“Are you okay?” Phil's beta asked as he came to sit across
