The guest was Andrea Collins.
She stood in the grand entrance hall of the Drayke mansion with the bearing of a soldier--back straight, shoulders squared, chin slightly raised.
Everything about her screamed discipline and control.
Andrea was tall--nearly six feet--with a lean, muscular build that spoke of years of intensive training. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe bun, not a single strand out of place. Her features were striking: sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes the color of steel that seemed to take in everything and reveal nothing.
She was beautiful in the way a sword was beautiful--all edges and purpose, with no softness to be found.
Andrea was a werewolf from the Silverpine pack, a neighboring territory that had maintained a strategic alliance with the Draykes for decades. She was the Beta's daughter, which made her high-ranking and politically valuable.
And Evelyn Drayke believed she would be the perfect person to rule alongside Cassandra as her Luna.
