Asteria D´Angelo
Zoe picked me up and parked near the house where the party was hosted. The blasting music and people walking around were clear indicators that we were in the correct location.
It was about average to have a party like this organized by the school warriors. They were the handsome, popular, manwhore of campus. Their parties were popular and usually highly attended, and this was no exception.
Zoe laced her arm with mine, and with a steady step, we made our way to the house. Zoe opened the door, and she scanned the cramped place. Where a living room was supposed to be, there was a space with a DJ serving as entertainment, and the empty area was the dance floor. Around the kitchen was a bar set up, with all sorts of drinks, legal and illegal, to make sure, as werewolves,
