I didn’t tell Lycian about the second threat.
He was already overprotective. Another anonymous text would send him into full Alpha mode. And I needed normal. Just for a little while longer.
Besides, I had bigger problems. Like the pack dinner Elena had invited me to.
“It’s casual,” she’d said on the phone. “Just a few families. Nothing formal. You’ll love it.”
That was Thursday. Now it was Friday evening and I was staring at my closet like it held the answers to life.
“It’s just dinner,” I muttered. Pulling out a sweater for the third time.
“You’ve said that five times.” Lycian leaned against my doorframe. Arms crossed. Amused. “It’s really just dinner.”
“With pack members who may or may not want me dead.”
“Elena invited you. That means her friends will be there. They’re nice.”
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