The doors of the convoy hummed as we crossed into the Grand Neutral Assembly. It was an old citadel built on neutral ground where the borders of four wolf packs met.
Outside the tint-shielded windows of our vehicle, High Council guards in armor lined the wide steps, holding long, ceremonial pikes to keep reporters and pack representatives behind the ropes.
Inside the SUV, I sat with my back rigid against the seat, staring down at my lap. My fingers absently traced the edges of the pendant Diego had clasped around my neck. The warm aura emitting from it was the only thing keeping the pounding of my heart from completely taking over.
And also keeping my brain from going haywire.
Beside me sat Diego. One ankle was rested casually over his knee and his arm draped across the seat behind my
