Music filled the hallway and Carter paced in his tux as he waited for Toni. He’d wanted to pick her up at the door like a proper date, but duty called, and he’d had to arrive early to settle a dispute between the representative from the Luani Pride of NYC, who happened to be a bunch of city cops, and certain lone Siberian Tiger whose reputation as a bad guy preceded him. Without proof, the cops could do not do a thing. Personally, Carter didn’t think Konstantin Petrov was all that bad.
But whatever. That was not his business. His top priority was keeping things on an even keel so all the Shifter groups present could make the best of the gathering. That afternoon alone had forged more friendships than a hundred attempts during the year.
He’d seen Wolves chatting with Tigers and Lions, Bears making deals with Rabbits, and a Kettle of Hawk Shifters dropped by for a surprisingly tough game of lacrosse with some Otters. It was quite the day.