CHAPTER 69

Vanya's POV:

My fingers trembled as i dialed number after number, my heart racing with each failed attempt. The Blood Moon Ball was approaching faster than I could handle, and my entire career hinged on making this event a success. But with my primary meat supplier cutting ties with me just days before the event, I felt as though the walls were closing in on me. The ball wasn't just another event it was the event. The werewolf community celebrated the Blood Moon with great reverence, and failing to deliver on this scale could ruin me. For life

My phone rang out into silence as yet another supplier turned me down.

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath, slamming my phone onto the desk.

My frustration boiled over, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. My mind was already racing for alternatives. I pulled up contacts, scrolling through potential new suppliers when the door to my office creaked open.

I looked up, and my stomach tightened. Standing in the doorway, dressed in an expensive, ta