The ballroom shimmered beneath golden chandeliers, but the air carried something far less elegant—danger.
Each guest was dressed to impress, suits tailored to perfection, ball gowns adorned with the most beautiful gems.
A smile graced each their faces.
But behind that smile was a deadly thirst for power.
It wasn't just a ball—it was a gathering of power hungry people eager to climb the food chain.
And Mira walked right in.
Her head high, shoulders squared, a deep green gown flowing around her like quiet defiance.
Chatters reduced, everyone pausing their conversations.
"Luna Mira Vale of the Silver Ridge Pack." The doorman announced.
Whispers broke out.
She didn’t slow.
Jenny followed beside her, a confident smile on her face.
Mira nodded at familiar fa
