Raven's POV:
The first time meeting vampires face-to-face.
The first time standing in a room where predators weren't just wolves—they were centuries-old, blood-drinking, mind-reading, emotionally unstable immortals.
And me? I'd be there pretending to be a fearless alpha, while secretly praying my pheromones didn't decide to betray me mid-toast.
Yeah. Fun times ahead.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. "Okay, Raven. You've got this. Just… look confident. Smile. Don't die."
If I said it enough times, maybe it'd come true.
I rummaged through my bag for something appropriate to wear. I'd brought one decent dress—a silver satin number that was elegant enough to pass for "alpha sophistication" but simple enough that it didn't scream "trying too hard."
It would do.
