REBECCA
My hands were shaking as I walked into the impossibly crowded room: the only reason no one noticed was because Reiner was holding one, and the other was clenching my purse.
Flashes began to hurt and blind my eyes, but I forced myself to keep them open, even as I felt anxiety rising: the ballroom of the pack house was filled to the brim with reporters and photographers – there were so many of them we’d had to move to that room, instead of the one usually used for the press.
You’d better not screw this up and make this mating more an embarrassment than it already is, Sheila’s venomous words rang through my mind – a memory from our conversation from the day before.
Well, at least she was an honest enemy. She made her hate for me obvious and open, and didn’t try to make me belie
