Draven’s POV It was the day. And I was nervous as shit. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie for what had to be the tenth time, wondering whether tonight would actually be the night I met my mate. A mating ball was supposed to be a once in a lifetime experience. Over fifteen packs were expected to attend, bringing eligible alphas, betas, gammas, warriors, elite warriors, omegas, shit hell, just about every unmated wolf who had a reason to be there. This ball was going to be huge. Everyone and their damn best friend, confidant, and distant cousin seemed to be coming including our uncle's pack, Blue Moon. Well, almost everyone. Silvercrest was the big question mark. Their Alpha was still in a coma, so I wasn't sure whether anyone from that pack would attend. I turned toward the mirror and looked myself over. Damn. I looked good. My charcoal-gray suit was tailor made to fit without being too tight. I wore a matching charcoal-gray tie with subtle blue a
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