Clara’s POV
Evergreen Pack was beginning to breathe again. The smoke-stained walls had been repainted, the warriors were back on patrol, and the whispers of the invasion were slowly fading into the background like an old nightmare everyone was trying to forget.
And why shouldn’t they? The pack had a new beginning coming. My beginning.
The grand wedding.
My wedding.
Everywhere I turned, omegas rushed in every direction—hanging white silk over railings, scrubbing the courtyard tiles until they shone, arranging tables, polishing silverware. And every single one of them looked terrified of disappointing me. Good. They should be. Being Luna required respect, and respect started with fear.
“Move that vase to the left, not the right,” I snapped at a trembling young omega. “Do you decorate
