Quinn walked her way out of the pack house, lifting her dress with both her hands as she did so.
On her way to the canteen, she saw members of Zayd’s pack that looked at her weirdly. But she tried to avoid the eyes that watched her, for they were only trying to find out where the very aspect that made her a werewolf was.
Except for the children who were not of age, she was probably the only werewolf without a wolf. It was pride shattering, but she knew she had to live with her mistake for the rest of her life.
Pushing her hair out of her line of vision, she looked up at the canteen, still wondering why she was the only one dressed. Was she a bit too early?
But that didn’t make sense, Marcia said the party had already started.
With a sigh, she pushed the double doors open, steppin
