The cold air of the balcony didn't just chill my skin; it froze my very soul. Marcus’s warning echoed in my mind like a death knell, drowning out the muffled orchestra music leaking from the ballroom. The wolves are hungry.
I didn't wait to see if he was still standing there in the shadows, smoking his silent threats. I gathered the heavy velvet skirts of my emerald gown, my fingers trembling so hard I nearly ripped the fabric, and bolted back into the heat of the party. My heart was hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs a messy, human panic that made the room spin.
I scanned the sea of diamonds, designer suits, and fake smiles, looking for the only man who could stop this nightmare. I found Silas near the center of the room, looking every bit the powerful king. He was deep
