Annalise’s POVI always imagined stepping into a ballroom would feel like slipping into a fairytale.Spoiler alert.. it didn’t.The moment the gilded doors swung open, I realized fairytales forgot one tiny detail.. the part where every pair of eyes turn on you like knives. Hundreds of them..The chandeliers above glimmered like frozen stars, painting the marble floor with rivers of light. Silk gowns moved like waves, and the air was thick with perfume.. floral, smoky, and, beneath it all, something sharp and feral. Lycan.And me? I wasn’t a princess in a storybook. I was a prey wandering into the lions’ den. Or, more accurately, the lycans’ den.I wanted to laugh, really. My dear husband had shoved me into a gown stitched to perfection, dripping with midnight-blue silk and silver thread, the kind of thing that screamed look at her, she belongs. Except that my trembling hands clutched the gown too tightly, wrinkling the perfect illusion before it even began.‘Relax, Annalise,’ I told
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