MARIE

The murmuring in the hall started up again, but it wasn't the light, social hum from earlier.

The air felt thick, heavy with a damp sort of dread that sat on your chest and made it hard to draw a full breath.

I looked around, watching the faces of the powerful wolves around me.

I watched Tristan first. He took his vial with a steady hand, his face a mask of Alpha stoicism.

Daniel took his next, then Yelena.

When the waiter finally reached me, my fingers brushed the cold glass ...