Aria didn’t expect happiness to find her again so easily.
It happened over breakfast the next morning—sunlight spilling through tall palace windows, steam rising from tea cups—when Anna bounced into the room with barely contained excitement, and Tara followed, quieter but glowing in her own way.
“We’re turning eighteen next month,” Anna announced, dropping into the chair beside Aria. “A proper royal birthday.”
Tara smiled softly. “There will be a celebration. Dances. Guests from allied packs… and… every handsome alpha from the nearby packs, can you imagine?” Tara winked and Aria smiled wholeheartedly.
“So, you are going to choose your alpha in just a month… wow,” Aria said while putting her teacup on the nearby table.
“Yes and we need amazing dresses,” Anna added dramatically. “Too
