Chapter 67

• The envelope was heavier than it looked — thick parchment sealed with the wax symbol of a blood-red moon entwined in black vines. My fingers trembled as I cracked it open. The words, written in sharp, flowing calligraphy, glowed faintly in the dim light of my room.
• “Alpha Storm, You are invited to the monthly gathering of Alphas in the Blood Moon Hall. Come alone. The future of our kind depends on it. Dress code: red or wine suit and a black mask. P.S. Guests permitted.”
• My heart stuttered. The Blood Moon Hall. The place where every Alpha in the realm came to play king. The place where power traded hands with secrets. I didn’t even realize Jace and Zane were standing behind me until Zane leaned over my shoulder, reading aloud the last line with a low whistle.