Riley’s POV
The club was a pulsing, living thing—strobe lights slicing through thick clouds of smoke and perfume, bass so deep it rattled my ribcage, bodies grinding on the dance floor like they were trying to disappear into each other. Everyone wore masks: glittering Venetian styles, feathered half-faces, sleek black dominoes that turned strangers into shadows. Perfect for hiding. Perfect for hunting.
We’d arrived as a group of eight—me, two other girls (Jade and Mara, both higher-ranked wild cats who actually knew how to play this game), and four guys including Anthony. All of us dressed to blend: sleek black dresses for the girls, tailored suits for the boys, masks that made us look like we belonged in this glittering underworld instead of being the intruders we were.
Anthony pulled
