When Caleb returned to the ballroom, he found the party was in full swing. Looking around the room, he was unsure what to do with himself. Thus, he made his way to the bar and looked out into the crowd for any sign of her.
The wolves of Summer had found themselves dancing, toasting with others, and eating happily, all around enjoying the party. Yet, they still steered themselves away from the wolves of Winter, just as they did them.
Most of them, anyway.
Galen found himself once more pushed onto the dance floor. He couldn’t recognize the song that blared around him, only that it seemed to elicit movements from his body he could never hope to make on his own. His hips moved back and forth and twisted in ways that he knew they shouldn’t be able to.
