Chloe’s pov
Every eye in the ballroom turned to me the second I walked through the door.
Gold light spilled across a crowd three times the size of anything I'd seen since arriving at Red Moon, musicians tuning near the far wall, the smell of roasted meat and candle wax thick enough to taste.
The whispers followed a half-second behind the stares, a ripple of turned heads and lowered voices moving through the crowd like wind through tall grass, dozens of eyes sizing up the wolfless Omega in the blue silk dress. I kept my chin level and my spine straight, the way Lisa had drilled into me a hundred times over, and made myself walk the length of the room like I belonged in it.
Megan walked up to me before I'd made it halfway to the head table, three women trailing behind her like she'd ass
