Miranda
A servant taps me on the shoulder as soon as I break free into the large hall. I turn and smile at them, placing my hands behind my back.
“Our Alpha would like you to sit in a seat that he has selected specifically for you,” they speak in a very timid voice, almost as if they’re afraid of me.
I used to be just like them. I kept my head hung low and minded my own business while serving. I hope they learn to overcome their nervousness and break free from the confines of the Silvertail Pack.
“Thank you,” I make sure to respond in a kind tone. They bow their head and walk away. I quickly keep up, not wanting them to disappear into the crowd. The crowd morphs into one large blob before dispersing to their respective seats.
The servant leads me to the back of the grand ballroom. We
