Nefretiri
I was dead.
There was no other way to put it. What was I expected to do? My stomach lurched just thinking about it. What was Ivan thinking? How could he spring it on me like that?
This was wonderful. A dinner party? Not just a regular one, either. One with all the invited Alphas and Lunas. A formal introduction with some of the highest-ranked werewolves on the West Coast. Tonight!
No matter how much they assured me it was fine, this wouldn't work. I needed a dress and an understanding of werewolf culture. How was I going to explain how I met Ivan? Where I'd been for the last year?
This wasn't pretty woman, and I wasn't Julia Roberts.
