Pecan's pov
The pack gathering was in full swing by the time I arrived, a lively hum of laughter and chatter filling the air. I tried to blend in, standing at the edge of the room near the large windows that overlooked the moonlit grounds. The atmosphere was festive, but I couldn't shake the sense of unease gnawing at me. It felt like everyone knew something I didn't, and I couldn't help but feel like I was on the outside of something bigger.
Liam, ever the social butterfly, was mingling with everyone, his charm working its usual magic. He caught sight of me and, with a grin, made his way over. "You're looking a bit out of place over here," he said, his tone light and teasing.
"Just trying to avoid being the center of attention," I replied, giving him a small, nervous smile. The idea of drawing attention wasn't exactly appealing, especially not in the midst of this pack's politics.
