CHAPTER TWELVE
Morgan’s POV:
We had been eating and drinking for a couple of hours, and the night was still young.
DJ Sapphire was f*****g killing it. The younger generation had completely taken over the dance floor, and there wasn't a single soul having a dull moment.
Every werewolf was either dancing, eating, laughing, and some of us were drinking.
Drinkin-A-Lot.
This was probably the most fun I'd had since my sixteenth birthday.
Not that I'd been drinking on my sixteenth birthday.
That was the last birthday I celebrated with Mom before she was killed by those f*****g rogues. She'd invited a bunch of people, hired a catering company, arranged live music, and even had a bonfire going in our backyard. The adults had their own mini-bar while the younger crowd had a piña colada sta
