Emily's POV
The streets of Shadowcrest were uncharacteristically quiet for Christmas morning. Snow dusted the cobblestone paths, and the chill in the air bit at my skin despite the layers I had thrown on. I tugged my scarf tighter, my breath visible in the icy air as I approached Martha Whitlock's coffee shop. Christmas songs played on every streets I passed, the stores, the malls, Target, and others. It seemed like everyone was preparing for the grand Christmas ball that Luna Celeste was throwing.
Only the Elites would be granted access to the exclusive dinner party, the lower class would be at the hall, dancing and fighting for scraps of food available until Alpha Elijah would burst in surprised and order the maids to serve everyone while chiding his wife. It was an annual ritual and I
