Chapter 20

• Josephine
• I stood near the edge of the room, the borrowed gown strangling my ribs, its silk a lie against my skin. I didn't belong here, not among these wolves in human flesh, their smiles sharp as fangs. But I'd clawed my way in, and I wasn't leaving empty-handed.
• Fred shuffled over, his broad shoulders hunched like a dog caught chewing the master's boots. "Sorry, Miss Curran," he mumbled, eyes on the floor. "Alpha has asked me to drive you home."