Nefretiri
The word of the night was fear.
I hate feeling that way, but it's the truth. Somehow, Ivan and I convinced ourselves to come to the party, and I was glad we had. Luke said I didn't have to come, but the look of relief showed me we'd made the right choice. He wasn't willing to admit it, but he needed us. Things were still in chaos, and Luke needed stability with his guests. That was something we could offer.
Most of the guests weren't werewolves. That wasn't an issue, but you could cut the tension with a knife. However, everyone was civil. If there were conflicts between the races, no one was acting on it. That didn't mean there weren't problems.
The issues were internal.