DALIA’S POV
“I just received urgent information that it is our pack's turn to host the MMC,” Mum said immediately as I entered her office.
Noting the urgency in her voice, I asked, “What is the MMC?”
“It’s like a ball organized to allow members of different packs to meet. It's called MMC, meaning Meet, Mating Ceremony. I didn't realize it until the call I just got. We are the hosting pack this year,” Mum said.
“That is truly a surprise. When is this ceremony supposed to take place?” I asked.
“Next week is Saturday.”
“What!” I yelled, my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. “That's a very short notice. How are we supposed to organize such a large ball at such short notice?”
“I know that, but in their defense, they weren't even supposed to remind us. They expect that we have alr
