Sara's POV.
My eyes stayed fixed on the mirror as Lena’s hands worked deftly, fastening the delicate ties of my gown.
The deep blue fabric shimmered under the dim light of my room, reminding me of the sky just before night falls.
The ceremonial dress hugged me in all the right places, its elegance a clear difference to the unease bubbling in my chest.
The ordination of the new Howling pack seer was supposed to be a big occasion, but my mind was elsewhere—on Morgan.
I exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the dress. The memory of yesterday's confrontation with her burned in my mind like a fresh wound.
Morgan had sauntered into the Lycan King's hall with that signature smirk of hers, her gown clinging to her like a second skin. She had no shame—none.
The way she leaned in too clos
