*ADRIENNE'S P.O.V*
IT WAS JUST for a flitting second, but I glimpsed a resemblance of my mother in this Alpha Martin from the red blood pack. Maybe I was just imagining things. He exchanged greetings and he sat down with the family at the high table in front of the hall. I watched the pack enjoy themselves to the fullest. Even though alcohol did not have any effect on werewolves, I saw some men try to get drunk as they chugged down bottle after bottle of whisky and rum.
Kincaid and Alpha Martin were talking about the state of their pack. It was not anything that concerned me, so I did not bother listening.
The crowd was growing even larger as more guests arrived. I didn't recognize some of the faces, they must be from one of the neighboring packs around.
One thing I have noticed in
