The Vermont estate was obscenely grand.
We arrived at sunset, our convoy of vehicles pulling up to a mansion that looked like it belonged in a European postcard. Marble columns, manicured gardens, wolves in formal dress milling around the entrance like this was a society wedding instead of a political powder keg.
"Subtle," I muttered, stepping out of the SUV.
"The Summit is about displays of power." Ezra appeared at my side, offering his arm. "Everything here is theater."
Caden took my other side, and we walked in flanked by Lycan guards and Silvermoon warriors. The dress Maya had chosen swirled around my legs, the silver threading catching the light. I felt ridiculous and regal in equal measure.
Eyes tracked our entrance. Conversations stopped. I heard whispers in languages I didn't
