(Mylay's POV)
My stomach was in knots as Quame' and I were escorted to a grand ballroom. It was relatively empty, and Quame' was only worried about food as he went straight for the hors d'oeuvres. "Mmm, baby, you have to try one of these Smoked Salmon Rillettes! They are amazing," Quame' exclaimed while he shoved three into his mouth. I swear he is such an animal! "How do you know about all this fancy food anyway?" I asked. He seemed utterly calm in this uptight environment. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Growing up as an Alpha's kid required fancy dinners and balls. Then I took over the pack young, and you kind of just get used to it," he stated as he snatched a few more hors d'oeuvers off of a tray as a waiter walked by. "Yeah, well, you eat like a barbarian," I stated as I snatched one
