Seraphina
The pack house was absolutely chaotic. Servants rushed through corridors carrying bolts of silk, flower arrangements and polished silver.
The air hummed with frantic energy as the pack prepared for tomorrow's coronation ceremony. My coronation. Luna of the Blue Howl Pack, officially bound to Dimitri before our entire community.
I should have felt excited and honored. Instead, I felt overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of details demanding my attention.
"Seraphina, the seamstress needs you for final adjustments," called Marie, one of the older she-wolves who had taken it upon herself to coordinate everything.
"And the caterers are arguing about the wine selection. Also, someone needs to approve the seating arrangements because apparently the Blackwood delegation can't sit ne
