I was searching each of the guests’ faces for anyone unknown. We’d arrived early, but there were still a few fellow attendees here with us. Many I knew, pack council members and their wives. But there were a few that I didn’t.
My eye caught on one group of three women. While they didn’t look like Claire, Sienna, or Ruth in the face, they had similar body shapes. Perhaps the group had found a way to disguise their features? I’d heard witches could brew potions that could do all kinds of things.
On guard, I broke from my family to approach the group. They were wearing fine clothing and talking about how old Alpha King Benedict would be nowadays.
I interjected, “Excuse me. I don’t believe I know you. Could you each identify yourselves?”
They turned to me with some surprise. Perhaps I was
