Solana's POV
It was almost night. The whole pack house had been buzzing with activities and entertainment. We even had more guests than what we anticipated, and the whole thing was going so smoothly. At different points, I would think something was about to go wrong, but nothing did. It was just my paranoia.
"It is time." Marcel said to me.
We were inside the pack house, while everyone was gathered outside.
I stood in the dressing room downstairs, looking at myself in the mirror. I was dressed in a white flowing dress with sleeves that flairs from my elbow to the bottom, low V neckline with black thread sewn intricately at the hems. Black and grey threads were also woven in various parts of the dress to form different symbolic designs— the moon, a crown, a girl, a wolf— all expertly en
