As Dallas finishes his sentence, a collective sigh of relief seems to pass through the room, as if his words have lifted a weight from our shoulders. The tension that had been palpable moments ago dissipates, replaced by a sense of anticipation and camaraderie.
Tristan's hand tightens around mine, his eyes alight with a mixture of pride and affection. I return his gaze with a grateful smile.
"Yes, tonight calls for celebration," Amara chimes in, her voice filled with warmth and enthusiasm. "Let's go get ready to party." She laughs.
We all leave, going to our quarters to prepare for the night's festivities. While I hunt through the closet for something nice to wear, Tristan makes his way to the bathroom for a quick shower.
"Iris, what should I wear?" I ask my wolf, who has better fash
