Clara’s POV
The sun had barely risen over Evergreen Pack, yet the entire territory was already bursting with noise.
Workers hammered new beams into place. Omegas swept the front yard of the packhouse. Warriors patrolled in clean uniforms, trying to look strong even though everyone still carried the weight of the recent invasion.
But today…
Today was supposed to wash all that sadness away.
My wedding.
My coronation.
My moment.
And I intended to enjoy every single second of it.
I stood in my room—my new room, the Luna’s chamber—while more than fifteen private stylists fluttered around me like butterflies. Brushes, combs, powders, jewels… everywhere.
“Hold still, Luna Clara,” one of them said gently.
Luna Clara.
The words made my skin tingle.
I smiled at myself in the mirror. Th
