Lacy's POV
"You should smile more, dear. It makes you look less... stiff."
I barely keep my expression neutral as the elder woman, Claudia, pats my hand underneath the table.
The long dining table is lined with finely dressed pack members. The clinking of silverware and murmurs are everywhere. This is my first formal pack gathering, and already, I feel like I don't belong.
It turns out to be a bi-monthly meeting for them to socialize and discuss specific issues.
"I'll keep that in mind." I force a smile.
Beside me, Celeste chuckles, effortlessly drawing attention to herself. "Oh, don't be too hard on Lacy, Claudia. She's still learning our ways."
A few chuckles fill the room. I grip my fork tighter, trying not to read the meaning of her words.
Celeste is donned in an elegant emeral
