Zolani’s POV
The party was still raging like it had no intention of slowing down, let alone ending. Music thumped through the walls mixed with laughter, glasses clinking, voices rising and falling in waves of drunken chaos.
I bet this was one of those nights that stretched into dawn, where people got sloppy, secrets spilled, and bodies passed out on couches or floors or knowing werewolves... piled in corners like puppies. The air smelled of spilled whiskey, roasted meat, pine from the massive Christmas trees, and that undercurrent of sweat.
I’d tucked myself into the far end of the hall after the bathroom incident, back against a shadowed pillar, hidden in a corner where the lights didn’t quite reach.
My legs were still shaky, thighs sticky with the evidence of what Cassian had done t
