"Fine," I agreed reluctantly. "But I already have suitable clothes."
"Let me be the judge of that," he insisted, standing and offering me his hand.
The next morning, we set out for Shadow Pack territory in Dominic's luxury SUV. I tugged nervously at the emerald green dress we'd purchased yesterday, wondering if it was appropriate for meeting the Shadow Pack matriarch.
"Stop fidgeting," Dominic said, his eyes briefly leaving the road to glance at me. "You look perfect."
As we passed through the heavily guarded territorial borders, I noticed how different Shadow Pack felt from Storm Pack. The forests were darker, the air cooler, and the wolves we passed exuded a silent confidence that even the Storm Pack's elite warriors lacked.
Dominic himself looked different here. Dressed in a p
