Selina’s POV
Everywhere I looked, wolves in formal wear stared back at me. Kira stood by the far end of the hall but I couldn’t spot sera.
I walked the stairs on Damon’s arm, keeping my head high, my expression serene, even though my heart was racing.
The emerald dress swished around my legs with each step, the wolf pendant at my throat catching the light.
“You’re doing great, I know it's an honor to walk with me. No need to be so nervous ,” Damon murmured. “Just breathe.”
I wanted to tell him I didn’t need his reassurance.
But the words stuck in my throat as we reached the bottom of the stairs and were immediately surrounded.
“Miss Ray-Tranz!” A woman in a lavender gown approached, her smile bright, as though she had practiced in the mirror beforehand. “What a pleasure to finally
