Ashley's POV
I casually handed my invitation to the security chief at the entrance.
He took the black invitation with Bloodmoon Pack's dark golden emblem embossed on it and carefully opened the heavy card. But the respect on his face froze the moment he looked inside.
Frowning, he flipped the invitation over a couple of times, as if checking for something he might've missed. Then, he raised his head, and there it was—that awkward, almost pitying look in his eyes as he glanced at me.
"Apologies, ma'am," his tone was stiff, professional. He handed the invitation back to me. "This is blank. There's no valid information to verify your identity, no official stamp from Bloodmoon Pack. I can't let you in."
Blank?
My mind buzzed like a struck gong, and my stomach dropped like a
