Present Day:Two weeks after Misty fell through the attic ceiling. The dining room buzzed with chatter, the glow of chandeliers illuminating the faces of pack Alphas and Betas from nearby allied packs. Misty leaned against the buffet table, her heart twisting as she caught sight of Donovan and Shayla, all laughter and warmth. Shayla, resplendent in a form-fitting emerald gown, sat at Donovan's side, her hand occasionally grazing his arm in a display of intimacy.
“Did you see Shayla's ideas for the shifting ceremony?” Donovan's voice carried through the noise as he was talking with the Beta from the Golden Pack. “I wasn't able to be ther, but my friends were and from their photos and videos, it was absolutely stunning, as always,” the Beta replied. Shayla's laughter rippling through the cro
