Ian hit the threshold—old pack pulled him under, tales and toasts. Left me solo in the fray.
"What's her deal, crashing here? Stand-in strutting for the real deal... embarrassing as hell."
"Ian dragging his paws on the unbound? Wild."
"Heard's she's clawed to scraps—still clings. Shameless."
"Sigh—pack dreams? Not for quitting easy."
Corner perch, phone glow my shield—whispers slid off like rain on fur.
Then paws closing—red pour splashed my way. "Hey! Deaf or what?"
I surged up, dodging—throat raw lock, no bark. Fury lit; champagne flew back, drenching her.
She bugged wide, shriek splitting. "Ahh! Knockoff trash—you splash me?"
Paw reared—block failed; yank from behind, stumble hard.
Ian's chill snap. "No scenes!"
No breath for my side—he flagged shadows, herded me to the upper
