Teddy’s POV
The streets were lined with cars by the time I arrived at the pack house, the line to get in being extensive. I saw some of the guests being turned away, obviously there without an invitation or ticket; more than likely having heard of Melody and wanting to see.
I had just gotten in line when I heard a commotion from the front; leaning to the side I could see Chester arguing with a guard at the door. What the hell is he getting into? I got out of line and started to walk forward, making protests of wolves who had been waiting.
“I tell you, check the list again…” Chester was towering over the guard, who was trying their best to look brave in front of the giant; clipboard shaking in hand.
“I’ve checked it five times already, please go back and either get your ticket or invita
