The air inside the Pack Tailor’s workshop smelled of crushed velvet, stiff starch, and ozone.

I leaned heavily against the mahogany fitting table, my knuckles white as I pressed them into the dark wood to keep my legs from folding. My chest burned with every shallow brea

By seven in the evening, the Pack Celebration Hall was transformed into a sea of glittering silver, white roses, and polished dark mahogany.

Over two hundred high-ranking pack members, clan elders, and warrior captains filled the long banquet tables beneath the mass

The doors of the Pack Celebration Hall swung inward, drowning the room in a wave of light and applause. Two hundred high-ranking pack members, clan elders, and warrior captains stood at their tables, their voices swelling to honor the Sterling bloodline.

I walked ont