norella pov
I was surrounded by the chaos of planning the grand ball our pack was hosting next week. This was no ordinary event; it was the talk of the town, expected to draw many Alphas and other influential figures. My desk was buried under a mountain of notes and lists, each one demanding my attention. The incessant buzz of my phone, with its stream of calls and messages, punctuated the air, a constant reminder of the monumental task ahead. Each ring and vibration seemed to underscore just how much was left to do.
I picked up the phone and dialed the caterer, my mind laser-focused on perfecting every detail of the menu. "Yes, I need the final list of hors d'oeuvres sent over by tomorrow," I instructed, my pen flying across the notepad, capturing every detail. "And make sure we have e
