Aila Coraline
Early the next morning, I made my way to the packhouse. Today was the meeting to plan Seleira's upcoming birthday celebration. I wasn't known for my skills in event planning, but Alpha Samuel had insisted that I participate. And if I wanted to prove myself under his scrutiny, I had no choice but to obey.
The room buzzed with chatter as pack members discussed ideas. My stomach twisted with nerves, but I forced myself to step into the circle, taking in the mix of eager and disinterested faces.
"Pastel colors, like lavender, look dreamy for Seleira," I suggested.
A few heads turned, some eyes evaluating, others dismissive. I caught the faintest smile from an elder at the corner of the room—a small win, perhaps. It felt strange to take part in something so lighthearted, so r
