Natalia could feel her heart pounding as the first cars began arriving at the pack house.
Any minute now, her mother would come looking for her so they could make their grand entrance down the winding staircase.
Alpha Greythorn had given Natalia a room within his private suite to prepare for the evening. Throughout the day she had heard staff rushing through the halls below, arranging decorations, carrying trays of food, and making final preparations for the Luna Ball.
She had been too nervous to join them.
Instead, she spent most of the afternoon peeking through the window, watching guests arrive and servants hurry between buildings.
With every new decoration and every arriving car, the knot in her stomach tightened.
Determined to distract herself, Natalia crossed the room toward th
