Brielle's POV
I wasn’t sure why I even showed up to this stupid party.
The Silvermon gathering was in full swing, the dining hall filled with laughter, music, and the sound of glasses clinking. Wolves dressed to the nines mingled effortlessly, their outfits glittering under the chandelier lights.
And then there was me, standing in the corner, arms crossed over my chest, wearing jeans and a plain black top.
I’d tried to stay invisible, but Jade had other plans.
“Brielle,” she said, appearing out of thin air. She gave me a quick once-over, her fiery red hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, her emerald dress shimmering as she moved. “What the hell are you wearing?”
I frowned, looking down at myself. “Clothes?”
She rolled her eyes, gesturing at the crowd. “This is a party, not a Sunday
