n P

tire existence to the Sinclairs. I sat in the back, eyes closed, f

winding through the city, doubling

ned m

aid to Anya, my voice calm. "T

d in her lap. "Shall

ver would have a very sud

hem play their games. The r

and obsidian, designed to intimidate. A crowd of guests, the elite of the werewolf worl

I stepped out into

gazes. The heavy veil they'd given me obscured

r a severe white bun, face a mask of stern disa

the air just over my head, her voice loud

ve missed the auspicious time

row iron door to the side, covered in moss and rust, set in

ts' passage," Martha declared, her voice ringing with sati

a future Luna, no matter how unwanted, to use the

rage beside me, rea

n her arm, com

rs. Submission. They expected me to scurry throug

andon Ewing was likely leaning

g the weight of their scorn was

d my hands and tore t

rs. I let the cheap fabric fall to the

ere aud

gaze. My voice was not loud, but it cut

te of Brandon Ewing. Th

esence, the sheer unexpectedness of my re

to crawl thro

aggering, and walked directly to the magnificent, closed main

hem all-the sneering crowd, the furious housekeeper, an

ut, a clear and

this gate, or I will tear it d