Hannah
I read the words on that card over and over again as if they were gospel.
“You are cordially invited to the wedding of Alpha Noah and Zoe of Nightcrest Pack…”
“‘A joyous occasion,” I read in a wry tone, tossing the invitation aside. My hand shook, but I quickly hid it beneath the desk. As if Viona couldn’t already tell how furious I was.
“The gall,” she growled, reaching out to take the invitation. “We should tear it up and throw it in the fireplace where it belongs.” Her lips then twisted into an evil little smirk. “Maybe we can send them back the ashes for good measure. Really drive the point home.”
Viona picked up the invitation, the golden lettering glinting in the sunlight spilling in through the large window, but I stopped her.
“No,” I said firmly, surp
