#Chapter 93: The Werewolf Council

"Do I look all right?" I ask Marcus in our bedroom at the villa. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, smoothing my navy blue dress over my hips. "I've never been to a Werewolf Council before; I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to wear." "You look fantastic," Marcus says, coming up behind me to tug my zipper all the way to the top of my dress. "Very professional. A real Alpha's Heir wife." "Fiancee," I say with a smile. I tuck a curl - now back to its original brown - behind my ear. My eyes are brown again, too, and I've been able to dispense with the seemingly-magical makeup that transformed my face. "Fiancee," Marcus agrees. His smile fades as he looks at me seriously in the mirror, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me backward into his embrace. "Are you sure you're ready to see Charles face to face? Reveal your identity?" "I'm sure," I say firmly, even as my stomach roils with nerves just thinking about it. "You'll be there, and so will your parents, and Liam, a