A Dance of Shadows
The music swelled, its lilting melody winding through the grand hall like a gentle river of sound. Jupiter stood off to the side, the embroidered vines on her emerald gown catching the flicker of candlelight with every breath. All around her, wolves from allied packs mingled, their voices and laughter weaving into the nocturnal symphony of the ball. This was her first public introduction—and she could feel the subtle weight of every glance. Calhoun approached, a steady presence in the shifting crowd. The dark suit he wore was accented with gold stitching at the cuffs, understated yet commanding. Even among so many alphas, he stood out effortlessly. He paused a step away, his golden eyes locking with hers. “You’re drawing some attention,” he said, his voice low. “Ready to show them why?”
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