Maisie
The Council's Court was an enormous brownstone building at the edge of the Night Shade territory, bordering the safer edges of the White Moon pack.
And it was teeming with reporters.
They fled for the cars ahead and behind us, unsure which I was coming out of, and when they realized the first, second and third SUVs were mainly guards and my mates, they began racing for ours.
I flinched back as they hit my door like a pack of zombies, their mics hitting against the glass, hungry for their next headlines.
Juliette moved far from the window of the seat ahead of me when another mic cracked against the glass. "Didn't know they would be so... enthusiastic," she said, a tremor entering her voice.
Panic tightened across my chest. I'd never been great at handling this level of attention.
The guards surrounded the car, pushing aside the crowd, and they parted, tripping over themselves to get away from my growling Lycan mates.
Soren arrived first, pulling the door open.
