#Chapter 468: Silver Threads

Nina The receptionist at the sleek hotel front desk flashed me a polite smile as Luke and I approached. My shoes seemed to echo as they clicked on the marble floors, and I looked around warily, taking in the sight of all of the wealthy hotel patrons that were milling around. “I feel out of place,” I whispered to Luke. “Everyone looks so… rich.” Luke stifled a chuckle at my words. “We’re a couple of country bumpkins, aren’t we?” I would have laughed, if it weren’t for the circumstances. While the other city goers and travelers around us were dressed in luxury and designer outfits, I was dressed in my usual t-shirt and jeans, with one of Enzo’s flannels thrown over the top. Little did any of these people know that I was the daughter of a powerful werewolf king, but I preferred it that way. Luke, as always, wore a battered graphic t-shirt and equally-battered jeans. Even though he had flesh on the outside now rather than just bones, he had kept his style of oversized clo