Page 218 of Wolf Roulette

It was.

Wade jammed a gaudy veil on my head. “You look better. Let’s go. After our last failed drunk attempt, I’ve written out a new method.”

He’d made it his mission in life to get me inebriated since Victratum ended and the truce was signed. So far, he’d failed. When he succeeded, I had a strong feeling my friend would leave the valley for a time.

“Bring it on.” I lifted my head. “Maybe quick. Sascha’s coming.”

Wade shoved me in the vehicle and leaped onto the driver’s seat.

We burned rubber leavingThe Dens.

I glanced back and saw Sascha staring after us. “Busted.”

I won’t be out late,I thought at him.

Good. Because Mum said you need rest.

Matezilla Sascha was too cute.Promise, I will. See you tomorrow, handsome.

I’d planned to stay at the manor tonight anyway.

Maybe this was far more like a wedding day than I’d imagined.

Tommy leaned forward. “Wade says you’re pretty much living on pack lands now but you’re still leading the tribe. Is that strange?”

“It feels right to be involved with all parts of the valley.” Spending more time on pack lands was a natural result of wanting to spend every moment with Sascha. With things gradually defrosting between tribe and werewolves, the stewards had taken my overnight and weekend absences really well. Of course, it wasn’t ideal long-term, but I had a plan for that.

Cam peered over her shoulder. “Mayor. Chieftess, and—what are you in the pack again?”

Dammit.“Top female.”

The Jeep exploded with loud laughter.

“Goals.” Basilia grinned.

“A modern female’s dream,” I answered. “Is the entire royal family here with you?”

“They’ll fly in tomorrow morning. Kyros is at the manor, but Wade said he has to stay in his room tonight.”

The vampire princess clearly found this hilarious.

Only my best friend would tell a vampire crown-prince what to do.

We drove through the manor gates, and my eyes rounded at the giant marquee covering the manicured front lawn. “You’ve gone all out.”

Wade’s voice trembled. “Only the best for my girl.”

Cam eyed him. “Are you crying?”

He exited the vehicle and slammed the door.

“Definitely crying,” she said.

Outside, pack women mingled with female stewards. Pascal was speaking with Evelyn. Mandy with Trixie. Rhona stood apart but had a smile on her face.

It was early days, but I knew—Iknew—we could do this.

Tommy and Cam slipped out and sandwiched Wade.