_Lyla's POV_
The morning air was filled with excitement as the preparations for the wedding began. The entire packhouse was bustling with activity. Everywhere I looked, people were rushing around, making sure everything was perfect. I could hear voices giving instructions, laughter echoing through the halls, and the occasional sound of footsteps running across the wooden floors.
Aaron’s mother had taken charge of everything. She wanted the wedding to be flawless.
I stood in the center of my room as Elise, the pack’s designer, measured me for my wedding dress. She worked quickly. She was wrapping the measuring tape around my waist and shoulders, occasionally making notes in her little book.
“You have a lovely figure,” Elise said with a smile. “The dress Aaron picked for the Luna ceremon
