With ample heating in the room, Rebecca Frost also removed her coat. She walked to the sofa, picked up my coat, and holding her own coat in one hand and mine in the other, hung up both garments with practiced efficiency.
She smiled warmly, her wolf content in the comfortable pack-like atmosphere. "This place is really perfect for a New Year's party—watching fireworks over both human and werewolf territories, and enjoying the night view."
"Exactly! Wasn't I brilliant to choose spending New Year's Eve here?" I beamed with satisfaction.
Rebecca nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely perfect!"
"Wait, why hasn't Olivia arrived yet?" I looked toward the door and pulled out my phone.
My wolf's protective instincts stirred with concern for my friend. "I should call and check on her."
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