Ruby was now just a few weeks away from giving birth, and despite her strenuous protests, citing the need for minimal fuss and maximum quiet, a spectacular baby shower was organized for her. The Pack, starved for celebration and desperate to show their love for their Luna, went all out.
The decorations exploded across the Pack House, transforming the main hall. Gentle hues of soft gold and warm cream cascaded everywhere, symbolizing the Luna’s new light. Dozens of delicate, intricately carved lanterns floated overhead, casting a cozy, ethereal glow.
Whitney, taking full control of the event, organized everything with startling military precision. Armed with a clipboard and a terrifying dedication to theme consistency, she was barking orders at warriors twice her size, directing them on
