Rhett
The Ravenspire Pack's annual Winter gathering was supposed to be a celebration, but I felt like I was attending my death sentence.
The open great hall buzzed with the voices of every pack member, laughter punctuating their conversations as they gestured and talked.
I stood near the fireplace, nursing a glass of wine I had no intention of drinking and tried to look like I was participating in the festivities. My father was somewhere in the room mingling with the pack members and guests from other packs.
With everything that was happening at once, my father's imminent divorce, which would be announced any day, and of course would be messy. Divorcing in our world was always messy.
Plus, the fact that my dad had several affairs when they were together was enough reason for Clara to throw him under the bus. Especially since he had said he would not settle with her privately.
