The right key

Nefretiri

I was dead.

There was no other way to put it. What was I expected to do? My stomach lurched just thinking about it. What was Ivan thinking? How could he spring it on me like that?

This was wonderful.  A dinner party? Not just a regular one, either. One with all the invited Alphas and Lunas. A formal introduction with some of the highest-ranked werewolves on the West Coast. Tonight!

No matter how much they assured me it was fine, this wouldn't work. I needed a dress and an understanding of werewolf culture. How was I going to explain how I met Ivan?  Where I'd been for the last year?

This wasn't pretty woman, and I wasn't Julia Roberts.