Chapter 93 The Werewolf Council

• "Do I look all right?" I ask Marcus in our bedroom at the villa. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, smoothing my navy blue dress over my hips. "I've never been to a Werewolf Council before; I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to wear."
• "You look fantastic," Marcus says, coming up behind me to tug my zipper all the way to the top of my dress. "Very professional. A real Alpha's Heir wife."
• "Fiancee," I say with a smile. I tuck a curl - now back to its original brown - behind my ear. My eyes are brown again, too, and I've been able to dispense with the seemingly-magical makeup that transformed my face.