I sipped from a glass of whiskey and coke, watching the antics of several drunken guests. I was late to the party myself, having just arrived. I was definitely behind as far as drinks went. I sat on a folding chair near the small fire pit in the backyard. Coming to Raoul’s birthday party had been low on my priority list. I doubt he would have noticed my absence. I only showed because of Shaz’s insistence that I make an appearance. Where was Shaz anyway? The party was made up mostly of werewolves with a few humans sprinkled in here and there. Whoever had made the guest list was either ballsy or stupid. It was most likely Raoul. I’d never mix humans with this many rowdy, drunken werewolves. That was just asking for trouble. Music mingled with the steady hum of voices, several conversations taking place around me at once. I half listened to Zak and Julian as they crudely sized up their chances of getting laid before the night was over. Young, horny and drunk. Nothing that came out of their mouths would surprise me.
