"I need to tell you something," Erica began, her voice tightening as she leaned closer across the table. "Fate has connected me to the Presgrave pack. I once helped one of their own when they were in danger, and in return, they've acknowledged me and allowed me access to their circle. That's why I've been invited to Old Madam Presgrave's birthday gathering."
I watched her carefully, my instincts sharpening at the mention of the Presgrave name. A connection to a powerful Alpha-led pack didn't come easily, and the way she described it carried weight, as though she had been quietly pulled into their domain by unseen threads of obligation and recognition.
"How did you come to be tied to the Presgrave pack?" Erica asked in return, curiosity lacing her tone as she studied me. "What did you do to earn their favor?"
