#CHAPTER 46: Mingling

Sarah POV Thank the goddess I’d packed a cocktail dress. Well, thank Hans, really, as he was the one who suggested it when he saw all I had packed were some walking-around clothes and business suits. It was the classic little black dress with some sparkle at the shoulder (Chloe’s choice) paired with black strappy sandals and a clutch in a chic harlequin pattern of black and white. I could help looking in concealed amazement at the amount of alcohol being consumed around me. Of course, werewolves had a much higher tolerance than humans, but even so, the bartenders were in constant motion mixing, shaking, stirring, and pouring concoctions and confections of every color in the rainbow. After I had recovered from my first real experience with alcohol that night with Zane, I decided that ignorance about something so fundamental to werewolf and to business culture was just being stupid. I researched the differences in various wine, beer, and spirit types, particularly the differences b