Chapter 14

• The moment I laid eyes on the invitation, a shiver traveled down my spine, chilling me to the bone. The expensive parchment was crisp in my trembling fingers, embossed with the seal of the King of Werewolves himself, Marcel. A grand ball, he penned in a script so flawless it could be mistaken for a font. I could feel the watching eyes in the extravagant lettering, as if he were aware of my every move. The epitome of control.
• "What does he want with you?" Ashley's typically sunny voice darkened, her emerald eyes narrowing as she leaned in to catch a glimpse of the invite.
• "No idea," I muttered, refolding the invitation a little too forcefully. "But I don't like it."