_Katherine’s POV_
The afternoon sun was warm on my back as I knelt beside a group of she-wolves, carefully tying silver ribbons into small bows. The ribbons would be used to decorate the trees and fences around the pack grounds for the Selene Festival. The fabric shimmered softly under the light like threads of moonlight in my hands.
“I still think we should add glitter,” Lila, one of the younger girls, said with a giggle.
“Glitter gets everywhere,” another wolf, Ivy, replied. “Last year, I had it in my fur for weeks.”
I smiled softly as they bickered, my hands still working. I was surprised how easy it was to talk to them. There was no judgment. No harsh stares or snide whispers. Just laughter and teamwork.
“You’re really good at this,” Ivy said suddenly while looking at me.
I blink
