Mia was howling with triumph. The news that Riley had clawed her way back into the Council’s favor was the perfect scent for her—a distraction she could use to mask her true goal of breaking my spirit. She had nearly scented defeat with Riley, but the girl had somehow turned the hunt, securing a Top 10 Model Award while the rest of us were bickering over scrap meat.
"Congratulations, Riley!" Mia’s voice echoed through the stone halls of the Studio. "As a crowned victor, you are summoned to the Model Elections Bright Night Gala. Every High Alpha from the Great Agencies will be there. It is your chance to mark your territory. And the whispers say a legendary guest will be watching from the shadows."
I had been summoned as well, but Mia held my vellum invitation between two fingers and ripp
