Tying a bow tie appeared to be one of those things that had been completely wiped from my memory.
Or, since I'd apparently been a college kid with hard-partying friends, and not the black tie kind of party, maybe I'd never known.
Either way, my sweaty, shaking fingers didn't help at all.
One hour. One hour, and I'd be at some fancy restaurant under the scrutiny of Drew's uncle Boyd, his wife, his two sons, Drew's parents, Alyssa, the infamous Victoria, and her family.
All werewolves. A lot of them are alphas. And all wishing puny little human me far, far away—at best—for one reason or another.
I'd retreated to the bathroom to use the mirror in there to give me an edge on the tie thing, but so far all it'd accomplished was giving me a great view of my damp, rosy face, chin lifted to expose the tangled mess at my collar.
A soft sound alerted me to Drew's presence in the doorway. I turned my head, and—froze.
