ISOLDE

The moment I reached the venue, my breath caught. The whole place shimmered like a dream. The moonlight hit the golden fabrics that draped from the high wooden beams, silver candles flickering across the long tables.

Wolves and some witches from noble houses filled the air with laughter and perfume. The elders sat straight, proud and watchful, their long robes brushing the stone floor.

I moved through them, their whispers following me. Some bowed their heads as I passed, some ...