Chapter 20 Digs

• Bertha’s POV
• It's night, and the rest of the pack… well, the others my age at least… are at an ostentatious party thrown by one of the recognized five packs. A little overdone, a lot of preening, and probably no shortage of underhanded scheming if I know them. But me? I’m here, playing babysitter to one very anxious almost werewolf.
• I’m sprawled on the couch, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while Ethan paces in front of me, looking like he’s about to either throw up or bolt out the door. He looks antsy, and I get it, it's the transformation jitters. Still, the drama is priceless. I arch an eyebrow at him, stretching luxuriously.