Nefretiri
I was dead.
What was Ivan thinking?
A dinner party with twenty of the West Coast's most influential pack leaders!
My stomach lurched just thinking about it.
It was bad enough that my introduction to the werewolf world was so public, but this was throwing me into the ocean with tiger sharks.
'They're crazy!'
"This won't work," I said, sitting across from Sierra, my head aching from everything I was trying to learn. "I can't learn all this in a day!"
"You don't need to learn it all, just the basics," she insisted, tapping the top notebook. "Tonight is going to be about traditions everyone will expect you to know."
"I'm not Julia Roberts, and this isn't Pretty Woman!" My energy was gone, and there were still five more notebooks to examine. "Everything means something I'm supposed to understand, and that's just to start. What about the dress? What if Taylor doesn't find one in time? I need a proper haircut and—"
