The festive atmosphere of the party quickly shifted into one of panic. Della felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins, her werewolf instincts kicking in. She could feel the fear of the crowd around her, but there was also a flicker of something else. They were werewolves, and many packs were represented here. This was an insult to all of them. The panicky tension in the air slowly shifted to a defiant hum of voices. "Who do they think they are?" "We have every right to be here!" They were rallying, and they would not go down without a fight.