At The Party IV

The smile on my lips got wider at Adam's blatant display of affection, even though the looks from most of the pack members was anything but encouraging.

Claire was looking at me like she wanted to get my head off my neck. Though I noticed that when our eyes met, she smirked at me.

The bad feeling in my guts intensified. I had a feeling that whatever was making her this devious had to do with the little girl that had called me outside and the distraction that she had talked about.

Oh god. Was there a way I could leave this party without being scathed?

A sad smile sneaked across my lips and replaced the former happy one, unknown to me, as I searched diligently for Naomi.

I bit my lips as I saw her. She was talking now with the guy that had joined us tonight, Ben, whilst Noah looked on at them, his hands splayed on the butt cheeks of one of Claire's minions. The boy is an idiot.