The party had started.
Loud music played in the mansion, with shimmering lights shining from the hall. The house was full of the silverins.
The pack had arrived in abundance. Each with a partner to accompany them through it. Every single one of them seemed to fit in perfectly at the party. Making small talks here and there and mingling among themselves.
Nathaniel sat at a table in the corner watching everything. His desire to eliminate every single wolf in the mansion made his hand shiver. His enemies were right before him.
It reminded him of his goal. He had approached Noam to use him for his contacts and use it to wipe wolves from the surface of the earth.
Nonetheless, he couldnt be bothered to do that. His mind was going over the events of the night and how he was going to die come the next day.
"I will, tomorrow," Noam's reply to Omar rang in his mind.
