---Scarlet POV---
Two hours later, the party was in full swing. Quite a few guests were drunk on were-wine, and the mood had grown increasingly boisterous. With so many male wolf egos gathered in one room, things were bound to get a bit rowdy.
After dancing until Sabby finally stopped complaining, we returned to our table and slumped into our seats. I was utterly exhausted, my muscles aching from the non-stop dancing. The music still pulsed through the room, blending with the lively chatter that surrounded us from every direction. But as I sat there, a sense of suffocation began to settle over me. The stuffy air pressed against my skin, clinging like a damp cloth.
Fanning myself, I sat up straighter, glancing around. The others were lost in conversation, resting their heads on their mat
