Night finally arrived for the celebration at Crimson Moon.
The entire training yard had been transformed with enormous torches, long wooden tables, music, and warriors celebrating all around the area.
For the first time in a long while, the pack truly seemed happy.
Meanwhile, inside her room, Amaris was finishing getting ready in front of the mirror.
She wore a beautiful red dress fitted at the waist, with an elegant flowing design fitting for the era.
Her hair was perfectly styled in a delicate updo, with a few loose strands framing her face.
When she finally looked at herself in the mirror, even she stared at her reflection for a few seconds.
“I’m ready. I love how I look,” she said to herself.
Then she left the room.
Minutes later, she appeared at the celebration.
And the mome
