SILVER HOLLOW
The hall was a storm of motion, and at its center stood Sage.
Her voice carried above the clatter of furniture being moved and the shuffle of hurried footsteps. “No, not that way—turn the table just a little more. Yes, like that. And for the flowers, I want white on every corner, not red. Change them. Quickly.”
She spun before the assistant could even nod, already catching sight of two young women lingering by the far door. “And you two, come here. What are you doing? Have you finished with the guest rooms? Every detail has to be perfect. Especially the one prepared for Alpha Alexander and my sister. No excuses. The sheets should be new, the curtains freshly pressed, the scent subtle but clean... don’t do too much with that one. I’ll come check myself.”
“Yes, Luna.” The
