THE PACK'S MOONLIGHT BALL
The night was alive with energy, the full moon hanging like a silver sentinel over the pack grounds. Lanterns swayed gently in the cool breeze, casting soft golden light across the stone courtyard. Music drifted from the center of the celebration—a haunting melody of flutes and strings that seemed to echo the rhythm of the night itself.
Elara’s hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the hem of her dress, a deep midnight blue that mirrored the night sky. It clung softly at her waist and flowed around her in gentle folds. Her bare feet brushed the stone as she moved, grounding her even as the excitement coiled in her chest. The moon pulsed above her, subtly synchronizing with her heartbeat, and the faint silver shimmer in her eyes flickered once before settling b
