A murder, a murder

Dómari didn't know whether to be excited or freaked out by the fire and the weird smelling drinks. What exactly was going on? Everyone that had showed up so far seemed to know each other and he could help but feel like the odd man out. Maybe answering some random strangers call to go party was a bad idea. He wished his siblings were there or at least Kassander. Wasn't this his pack? He glanced about uncertain what to do. "Uhh… excuse me, alpha…sir, ummm… what is in those jars it smells terrible!"