~Aiden~

The hall was already buzzing when we arrived. Gold lights glimmered across the glass ceiling, bouncing off canvases and glistening wine glasses. The air smelled of fresh paint, perfume, and wolf pheromones, this peculiar mix of creativity and ego.

Jayden and I took our seats in the VIP section, right beside the stage. Every seat around us was filled: artists, alphas, betas, and their mates, all eager to display or witness some kind of talent.

It started with music: a violinist whose ...