The festive atmosphere of the party quickly shifted into one of panic. Della felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins, her werewolf instincts kicking in.
She could feel the fear of the crowd around her, but there was also a flicker of something else. They were werewolves, and many packs were represented here. This was in insult to all of them. The panicky tension in the air slowly shifted to a defiant hum of voices. "Who do they think they are?" "We have every right to be here!" They were rallying, and they would not go down without a fight.
"Gather everyone! We need to form a perimeter!" Alexander bellowed, his voice rising above the clamor. He glanced back at Della, his eyes fierce and determined. "I need you to stay close, but I also need you to help direct our guests. We need to get as many to safety as possible."
