Naomi’s pov :
The email from the creative writing club pinged my phone while Lucy and I were grabbing coffee between classes.
"Fresher's Welcome Party!" the subject line shouted, and I skimmed the invite: Moonlit Lounge, a trendy off-campus venue promising thumping music, free drinks, and networking games like story-prompt charades to bond new members.
My thumb hovered over delete, parties meant crowds, noise, scents clashing in ways that set my omega nerves on edge. But Lucy leaned over my shoulder, her eyes widening with excitement.
"Oh, yes! Naomi, this is happening. I always wanted to attend these parties!” She snatched my phone, scrolling through the details. "Music, drinks, games? Perfect for our fresh start. Come on, say yes!"
I sighed, stirring my coffee, the foam
