The house was alive with music and chatter, the air heavy with the scent of wolves enjoying their freedom.
The living room was a sea of faces, all buzzing with excitement, but all I could see when I returned my eyes to the only problem present at the party was Jack standing defiantly in front of me, arms crossed and smug as ever.
His phone, a weapon of ultimate destruction, rested in his hand like an unsheathed sword and he was ready to use it if I didn't agree to his stupid terms.
Why did he choose today of all days to be an annoying asshole?
“Elvis,” I said through gritted teeth, “we don’t have a choice.”
Elvis frowned, clearly unhappy about this turn of events.
“Kristen, he’s a kid. He shouldn’t even be here.”
“Hey,” Jack interrupted, “I’m not a kid. I’m old enough to sta
