The soft music from the reception filled the air, blending with the clinking of glasses and the discreet laughter of the guests.
Everything was perfect, of course. A meticulously crafted stage for Morgana, the Luna of the pack's dreams. Even I had to admit it—there wasn’t a single detail out of place.
But the luxury and perfection couldn’t mask the venom floating in the air.
I stayed in a corner, far enough to avoid the spotlight, but not so far that it would seem like I was hiding. The tables were decorated with such extravagant floral arrangements that they almost blocked the view between guests. The warm, golden lights made the dresses, jewelry, and overly rehearsed smiles shine. It all looked like something out of a magazine.
Everything, except me.
I could feel the occasional glan
