Tabitha’s POV

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Alpha Eliott announces, lifting his glass once more. “Allow me to introduce our special guests tonight. Augustus Kingsley and his son, Andrew Kingsley.”

The room responds with polite murmurs and raised glasses, but I barely hear any of it. I am too busy staring at Andrew standing beside his father. My brain lags behind the sight in front of me, as if it needs a moment to process that my friend is standing at the center of this gathering of Alphas and power players. What’s crazy is that they’re humans! And the kind who are probably not aware of the existence of werewolves—much more the...