Wilder Wolfsbane

I am leaning against the bar, sipping my beer. I look around the party that is at the Nightthorn manor with a frown. I don’t know why I let my brother, Weston force me to come tonight. My body tenses as I smell lavender and vanilla, two of my favourite smells. I look around, confused. It’s gets stronger as I see someone a little bit smaller than me walk up to the bar next to where I am leaning and order a drink from the bartender. I lean in subtly and sniff, heart racing. It’s them. My mate