Amelia’s POV
The day of the party rises bright and sharp, sunlight spilling through the windows of the pack house as though it, too, wishes to bless this celebration. From the moment I wake, the halls hum with the rhythm of preparations, the steady footsteps of omegas carrying baskets of bread, the laughter of warriors moving chairs, the rustle of fabric as final decorations are tied in place. Every sound is a reminder of how carefully this day has been planned, how much depends on everything going exactly as I intend. Most of all, how dangerous it will be if Elsa discovers too soon.
I dress slowly, smoothing the fabric of my gown over the swell of my stomach, breathing in deep to steady the restless beat of my heart. To anyone watching, I must appear calm, serene, even, the Luna ready t
