Chapter 188

• Lucas' POV
• I frowned as we stepped into the ballroom, my senses assaulted by the cacophony of voices and the overwhelming scent of alcohol and perfume. The room was filled with men and women dressed in their finest attire - suits tailored to perfection, gowns that shimmered under the chandeliers. But their faces told a different story. Some wore masks of polite indifference, others openly leered at the women who moved through the crowd with practiced grace.
• "What happened to the decent ones in the Packs?" I asked Finn as we made our way through the crowd, my voice low but sharp.