SATURDAY
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Lyra’s Pov
Today was the day of the banquet for the students of Lupari Pack High.
The entire academy buzzed with excitement. In the east wing, the grand ballroom sparkled under the glow of crystal chandeliers. Soft jazz floated through the air as students arrived arm-in-arm with their dates, dressed in sharp tuxedos and glittering gowns.
But while everyone else was already there, I was still at home, seated in front of my mirror in a robe. My legs were crossed, arms folded, and my mood sat somewhere between restless and uncertain.
What do I wear?
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Come in,” I muttered flatly.
The door creaked open, and a young woman with golden curls stepped inside. She wore the elegant uniform of one of the Alpha’s househo
