The academy grounds had transformed overnight. Lanterns hung from every archway, their soft glow competing with the full moon overhead. Silk banners in deep crimson and gold rippled in the evening breeze, each one embroidered with the crests of the founding packs. Students moved through the courtyard in their formal attire, wolves padding beside them in ceremonial collars woven with silver thread.
I adjusted the collar of my dress for the third time. The deep blue fabric felt foreign against my skin after weeks in training leathers.
"You look fine," Celeste said, appearing at my elbow. She wore green tonight, her hair swept up to reveal the bonding mark at her neck. "Better than fine, actually. You look like an Alpha's mate."
"That's the problem."
She laughed softly. "Elara, everyone a
