SADIE
The ballroom breathes with anticipation, six hundred place settings gleaming like teeth in candlelight. Crystal throws fractured rainbows across silk tablecloths while moonflowers twist through chandeliers, still closed against the dying day. Everything waits for darkness to reveal its true nature.
"The Riverside pack refuses to sit near Cascade." Pete's whiskers twitch as he scrolls through seating disasters. "Something about a boundary dispute in 1978. And Silver Mountain won't share a table with anyone they consider 'lesser bloodlines,' which is everyone."
"Then they can stand."
The words come out sharper than intended, but exhaustion makes my patience thin as paper. Three hours until moonrise. Three hours to transform ancient grudges and fresh ambitions into something resemb
