#CHAPTER 50: A Charity Event

Zane POV Most of my adult life, I’d tried to avoid the wolf-and-pony show that was currently surrounding me. Of course, I’d been to a few even worse than this. As a child, an alpha to a beta and a gamma who’d been part of the “lesser” family tree until they’d birthed an alpha son, I’d been a prize, trotted out for all to admire before I’d learned how to tie my shoes. I’d learned how to recite my lineage before I’d learned my ABCs. The charity ball was about to open, and everything was as gilded and festooned as the rafters of the old Rotary Club building could stand. Sarah, at my side and looking fabulous in a silk green evening dress that clung to her curves, had a death grip on my arm and was asking about various aspects of the party like an anthropologist examining a tomb in Egypt. “So, all werewolf parties have at least two fountains, one champagne and one with apple cider?” she was asking me now. “The champagne, yes,” I said, only realizing that now, which was interestin