Coole

tched Lance grab a full glass of dark red wine from a passing tray and edge t

rward, pretending to trip over his own feet whil

White Wolf, I slid half a step to

of his own trousers, and he pitched forward with a yelp, flingin

cream as the dark crimson liquid soaked

a halt. Every guest in the ball

pointed a shaking finger at me. "I'm sorry, Miss Da

at her ruined dress before glaring at m

r diamond gold bracelet. "If you're jealous of my status, just say it! How da

s and glaring at me with open disgust. "That's right! You're just a

niffing the air as the sour smell of the spilled liquid hit my

are you spouting? This wine is a hundred-year vintage Blood-Moon Rose th

rly across the silent hall. "Because silver is fatal to werewolves in large doses, only a master brewer can blend a harmless trace of

stain spreading across Danae's chest, which re

hetic syrup mixed with cheap alcohol," I said f

ine connoisseurs. Hearing my explanation, an old Elder stepped

She's right. There's no wolf-core resonance in th

urned as red as a beet. She looked frantically a

the wealthy business partners around him began

llar to cover his embarrassment. "What does a wolfless country bumpkin k

acting Alpha of the Cooley Pack serves ten-dollar fake wine to distinguished guests at

crowd grew louder

s wave. I narrowed my eyes, letting a sliver o

dares touch me,

huddering visibly as if their inst

s arm, and forced an ugly smile onto her face. "Oh, the cellar servants must have m

tray with two bowls of steaming, thick herb soup. Noticeably, there wasn'

bowl of boiling soup and holding it out to me, a venomous glint hiding in her eyes

Healer senses identified the odorless extract d

ainful, mindless mating frenzy driven by raw inst

ile and reached out my han

dy werewolf pup chasing a ball straight toward Enid's