As the evening wore on, Amby began to feel like a small boat adrift in a stormy sea. The luxury surrounding her was overwhelming, the diamond-encrusted chandeliers and the designer gowns making her feel like a country mouse in a palace.
Just as she was starting to feel like she might actually make it through the night without too much trouble, Amby saw her. Elara, the she-wolf, stood tall and proud, her eyes fixed intently on Gabe. She was dressed in a stunning red gown, the color accentuating her porcelain skin and raven-black hair.
Amby's instincts told her that Elara was trouble, and as she watched, the other woman made her way over to Gabe, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"Gabe, darling," Elara cooed, her voice like honey. "You look absolutely dashing tonight."
Gabe's eyes n
