(Clara's POV)
The afternoon sun cast long shadows in the pack house garden as I approached Lily's usual tea spot. She sat alone among the flowering bushes, the picture of refined grace. My heart pounded as I neared—one wrong word now could ruin everything.
I deliberately caught my shoe on a loose stone, stumbling slightly.
"Oh!" Lily's voice carried across the garden. "Are you alright?"
I straightened, brushing off my dress with calculated embarrassment. "Yes, thank you. I'm so sorry to disturb your tea."
"Not at all." She studied me with curious eyes. "I don't believe we'd been properly introduced. Are you new to the pack?"
This was my opening. I curtsied carefully—not too polished, but not completely awkward either. "Clara Bennett, Luna Lily. I arrived about three months ago from t
