The Shadow Pack

Anika Valerion

Servants rushed across the courtyard. They hung silk banners, arranged obsidian stones into a circle, and lit hundreds of lanterns. Nearby, elders gathered around floral arches, chanting rites for a royal union.

They were prepping for a wedding.

My wedding.

I stared down at the chaos, totally numb.

Let them prep. I knew in my gut I would never let Conor Mortain lay a finger on me.

Elias had been gone since yesterday. He was hunting down every hideout, desperate to spill Conor’s blood and shatter this pact for good.

But the bastard was a ghost. Nothing.

Still, the party prep didn’t skip a beat....