The entire pack was alive with excitement. Everywhere I turned, I saw flowers, silks, and ribbons in the Red Claw colors deep crimson and silver draped across walls and doorways. The air smelled of fresh paint, roasted meat, and anticipation. It should’ve made me smile. It should’ve made me proud.
But all I felt was a quiet, twisting unease in my chest.
Tomorrow, I would be crowned as Luna of the Red Claw Pack—the official mate of Alpha Dylan Thorne, ruler of one of the most powerful packs in existence. Everything I had suffered, every humiliation, every tear, had led to this moment. Yet, standing by the window, watching the servants bustle below, I couldn’t shake the sense that something wasn’t right.
“Elsa?”
I turned and found Lila standing in the doorway. She wore a soft green dress
