The Beta’s Unwilling Bride
Selene slides off the desk, her lips curved in a smirk, but I don’t meet her eyes.
I cross the room to the table and pick up the letter. The wax seal bears the Shadowridge crest, a wolf’s head framed by thorns. I break it open, unfolding the paper with care as I read through.
The words are formal, written in Jasper’s hand writing. It’s an invitation to their pack’s two-year anniversary celebration. They request my presence, a gesture of alliance, or maybe something more. I fold the letter and tuck it into my pocket. Shadowridge is a name I haven’t thought of in months but seeing them send this to me, I feel overwhelmed.