Nyx's Pov

The gala was everything I expected and more, extravagant, grand, and humming with power. The estate where the gala was being held had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale.

Crystalline chandeliers cast shimmering patterns across the marble floor, and the scent of roses, pine, and aged wine drifted through the air. Werewolves of every rank mingled, dressed in luxury, their postures proud, eyes sharp.

And then there was me.

The stylist had worked magic. I barely ...