*Narrator*
Whenever the Dowager Luna princess of Ravenheart announces a ball… even a smallish affair… plans changed at all the great packs within a forty-mile radius. No one who claimed Beta status or higher would even consider missing such an occasion, unless it were for their mother’s funeral.
And for some, even that would be a distinct wrench.
It wasn’t that a Ravenheart ball was especially fashionable. The Luna princess never bothered to import two hundred lemon trees heavy with fruit, or blanket the ballroom with orchids, or even send to Gunter’s for specially made ices.
Rather, she followed the prescribed routine of the Luna princesses who had come before her: one ancestor had hosted King Henry VIII on two different occasions, greeting two different wives, and another had welcome
