SAVANNAH
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the person staring back. The gown they'd poured me into—midnight blue with silver accents that shimmered like captured starlight—transformed me from scrappy werewolf to something almost fae-like. Almost.
"Stop fidgeting." Laurel, one of my new handmaidens, yanked another section of my hair so hard my eyes watered. "You'll ruin the braiding."
Three hours. Three hours until midnight struck and I turned eighteen. Three hours until whatever slept inside me fully awakened.
"Is this really necessary?" I gestured at the elaborate dress, the jewels woven into my hair. "I'm meeting Iowyn's parents, not being sacrificed to them."
Eventide shot Laurel a warning look. "The first meeting between the Winter King and his son's mat
