Jayden was stunned by the theme of the party, but he was even more surprised that Penelope was aware beforehand. She glanced sideways at him, eyes gleaming like she'd been waiting for this exact moment.
"Don't worry, Jayden. I came prepared." she said.
Then with a subtle flick of her wrist, a glow of spatial energy shimmered from her storage ring. In her hand appeared two sleek black masks, crafted not just with wealth, but artistry. She held them out delicately, like offerings.
The first... meant for Jayden, was sharp, edged, cut in angles that resembled a wolf's visage. The eyes narrowed into golden slits, and claw-like streaks etched along the cheekbones gave it a predator's aura. It wasn't just a mask. It was a statement: dangerous, untamed, untouchable.
