Ella
“What!” I exclaim, unable to wrap my head around this idea. “But I’m not ready!”
“You will be.” He promises. “Aileen will keep working with you tomorrow, and then we’ll go shopping so you can look the part. It’s only a meal, no one is going to be quizzing you on werewolf politics.”
“I don’t know.” I fret, “what if I say the wrong thing?”
“I’ll be with you the whole time.” Sinclair vows. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you put your foot in your mouth.”
This does make me feel better, but I’m still woefully far from feeling confident in my ability to pass as a completely different species. “Can’t we wait a little while?” I request anxiously. “I promise I’ll never miss another event, I just need a little more time.”
“Ella, the elections are in three months.” Sinclair says softly. “We don’
