Andria's POV
Everywhere became silent, all at once. Every head swept towards the direction of the door. And there they were.
Aven, Damon and Tristan.
I could sense the tension in the room; a mix of satisfaction and surprise.
"Wow, so they finally showed up," Mel muttered under her breath.
I rolled my eyes at her. Alexa gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes, while Tricia tried to hide her disappointment.
"Well, at least they came," Tricia murmured.
Their overpowering scents were all over the room, dwarfing every other wolf present at the game night.
Behind them walked Alpha Khalil of Westbrook, calm and intimidating in an almost equal measure, and beside him was his mate Allison.
Mel's jaw dropped. "Khalil came?"
Becca gasped. "I'm as shocked as you are, too. Didn't know that the cold Alpha of the west would come."
"Well, you can trust the power of a mate-bond. Allison must have worked her charm," I interjected.
