Staring around the room Daniella saw over thirty different couples, mingling, talking, making out, or just sitting, petting each other. She wore a pair of jeans with one of Jason’s shirts. His scent surrounded her, and in the last the few days she’d found his scent calmed her nerves. Every now and then her stomach would turn and her wolf felt close to the surface, and that alone scared her. Whenever Jason was with her the wolf within would settle. She was starting to wonder who the actual master of her was, herself or Jason .
He stood beside her dressed similarly in jeans and a shirt. At first Daniella had been horrified by their lack of formal clothing. Jason had laughed, reminding her that they were going to a room full of wolves. There was no need for formal clothing.
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