LARA
"A ball?" I frowned slightly as I asked, and my dad nodded.
"That's right. A ball. More like a welcome party to celebrate you. All the pack members are invited and given a chance to see you properly." My dad's large hand patted my head with the kind of gentleness that didn't quite match his reputation, but it couldn't soothe the knot already forming in my stomach.
"But I easily get nervous," I murmured, fingers twisting in my lap. "What if I trip? Or make a fool of myself in front of everyone?"
The dining table went quiet for a beat. But then my dad leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes sweeping across the table with that look. The look that silenced rooms. The look that had made grown men straighten their spines without a single word being spoken.
"I dare to see," he said quie
