NARINE’S POV
“The bell above the diner door jingles, and someone squeals, obnoxiously delighted.
“Oh my god, it’s really happening!” Lana shrieks, flapping a flyer in the air as she stumbles behind the counter, cheeks flushed and eyes gleaming. “Look! Look! The palace made it official.”
She slaps the flyer onto the breakroom table where I’m quietly rinsing a coffee pot. The porcelain in my hand shudders slightly, but I catch it before it betrays me.
Yuren leans over from the sink, flicking his brows dramatically. “The Royal Masquerade Ball,” he reads in an overly serious tone, lips twitching. “An event for all nobleblooded, eligible she-wolves across the realm, in celebration of the Supreme Alpha’s search for a mate. Attendance by invitation only.” He snorts. “God. Could they sound any
