Kylie’s POV
Sipping my drink through the tiny straw, I grin at Mike and look around the crowded room.
It feels different from the last time that I was here in this nightclub.
Hell, I feel different.
I am different.
Just days ago, I was a nervous seventeen-year-old who had no idea that werewolves existed.
Now I find out that they do, that my family are werewolves, and one of them is my boyfriend.
Or mate or whatever.
And not to mention, I even have new clothes on that belong to me.
I didn’t go too crazy or anything, but when Milo gave me his credit card and had Trina and Mike take me shopping in town, I did buy a few essential things…and a few non-essential.
Like this slinky gold dress that I have on that hugs everything just right and that a week ago I would have been too self-c
