Lily swirled on the dance floor, the soft melodies filling her ears, momentarily transporting her away from the burdens that weighed upon her. She and Tiffany danced with a few men before dancing with each other. Sipping champagne, Lily relished the taste of freedom, a respite from the scars of her past.
"I am going to get some more to drink. They've got the real stuff at the bar. Do you want anything?" Tiffany asked, breaking through Lily's momentary escape.
"I'm underage," Lily responded, her voice laced with a hint of resignation. Champagne was okay, but hard liquor was out of the question. Her father had always been strict about that.
'Your father has no control over you anymore. You can do whatever you want,' Dina, her wolf, said. 'Let's try some whiskey!'
