Kane
The fitting room was a sea of fabrics, colors, and endless decisions. Princess Dalia's excitement filled the space, her voice a constant stream of commentary about their upcoming mating ceremony she dragged me here and I saw a glimpse of Luna before dragged by Dalia.
"This shade of gold," she said, holding up a delicate fabric against my arm, "it's perfect for the royal bonding ceremony. The Gold Pack will be impressed."
I nodded, my mind elsewhere. That night, Luna had been about to tell me something important. The way she'd looked at my tattoo, the intensity in her eyes— I know it was something important.
Dalia continued, seemingly oblivious to my distraction. "The royal tailors spent weeks on these designs. Each thread is enchanted to represent our pack's strength."
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