Kira's POV
The white silk gown hangs there like a f*****g ghost, mocking me with its perfect stitching and delicate beadwork. Tomorrow's supposed to be my big day—Luna Ascension Ceremony, all pomp and circumstance, me officially becoming the pack's first lady or whatever the hell they call it.
Instead, I'm standing here listening to chaos outside my door.
"—twelve pack members down—"
"—water supply's been compromised—"
"—need more medical supplies—"
The voices drift through the thick wood, each one carrying a weight that settles in my chest like stones. Derek's commanding tone cuts through the others, sharp and focused. Elena's steady voice follows, clinical but strained. Everyone's trying to keep it together, but I can hear the controlled panic underneath.
My hands shake as I touch
