"And this," Shawnie finally declares, voice rising high as to be heard, "is our Alpha. Though I suppose it's 'Roe' to you lot. They-them pronouns or I'll bite your face off."
The person she indicates glides forward, a small smile on their lips. "Thank you, Shawnie. That was quite the introduction."
You can't help it. You stare. Roe isn't anything like you imagined the other Alpha to be. They're not big, bulky, or covered in scars like your Alpha. Rather, they're beautiful. Really beautiful. Almost scarily so with warm brown skin, long feathery hair, and dark eyes framed by thick lashes.
"It's wonderful meeting you all," Roe calls out. "The drinks tonight are on me. Please, enjoy."
Sergi doesn't waste any time. Before Roe's finished talking, he's leading the charge towards the bar. Phil is already there, pulling the first pint, seemingly undaunted by the wall of rapidly approaching werewolves.
Your Alpha takes the opportunity to step towards Roe and greet them personally, Minjo at his side.
And just like that, the introductions are over, and the party begins.
Next
You watch a healthy line form at the bar while others move to occupy the rest of the room, doing what werewolves do when they meet... which is show off. The air fills with boasts, each more extraordinary than the one before.
"Hey. Arsehole. Remember me?"
You turn. Leaning against the wall in mud-stained boots and a jacket several sizes too big is a woman. Messy brown hair, gaunt pale skin, sharp silver eyes.
"Holy shit," you mutter. "Stray?"
She grimaces. "My name's Carrie, not that you give a shit."
"How are you here? Did you join the other pack?"
"They found me. I was too weak by then to do much of anything." She's glaring at you, lips thin and hands buried in her pockets. "But you knew that. You knew when you kicked me out of the city that I had nothing, nowhere to go. You wanted me to die. You just didn't want to get your claws bloody doing it."