ASHER
The invitation appeared in my bag three days after the almost-tender moment in Reed's room. Heavy black cardstock with silver embossed lettering.
You are cordially invited to the Shadow Born Annual Gathering. Please arrive at 7 PM sharp. Formal attire required.
At the bottom, in Reed's handwriting: You're coming with me. Non-negotiable.
I stared at the invitation in my dorm room, my stomach twisting into knots.
Shadow Born was Reed's pack. One of the oldest, most powerful Alpha bloodlines in the country and their annual gathering was notoriously exclusive—only pack members and their chosen guests.
Reed had never invited anyone before. I'd heard Marcus complaining about it last year.
So why was Reed bringing me?
My phone buzzed.
Reed: Did you get the invitation?
Me: Yes
Reed: Be ready at 6:45. I'm picking you up.
Me: Reed, I don't think this is a good idea—
Reed: I don't care what you think. You're coming and wear something nice.
