Calvin's POV
The drive felt longer than it should have. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, my jaw locked as the engine roared through the night. When I finally reached Austin's estate, the place was booming. Music thumped from inside, and laughter spilled out from the open doors. Warriors, pack members, omegas—everyone was here.
I stepped out of the car, the hum of chatter dying down almost immediately. Heads turned. Whispers followed.
"Alpha Calvin?" someone murmured. "He actually came?"
Their surprise was understood. I never showed up for gatherings like this. Never. I hated social gatherings ever since I was little.
I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the murmurs and curious glances. The air was thick with the scent of food, wine, and too many bodies, but beneath all that chaos, I caught it.
Jasmine.
Rain.
Her.
My wolf stirred instantly, his growl vibrating through my bones. "She's close."
