Aria's POV
The pack house was a hive of activity that morning. The energy was palpable as everyone prepared for the Luna Ceremony, and while I had hoped for a calm moment to collect my thoughts, it became clear that wasn’t going to happen. Not today. Everywhere I turned, someone was asking for my opinion or approval on something.
“Do you like the wildflowers for the tables, Aria?” Alice asked, holding up a vibrant bouquet. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant. I knew she was trying, in her own way, to make amends.
“They’re perfect,” I said with a reassuring smile. “Thank you, Alice.”
She nodded, her lips curving into a faint smile before turning back to Jacob, who was busy arranging the flowers for the aisle. The two of them seemed... different lately. More subdued. Maybe it was guilt,
