Ariel.
The invitations in my hands felt heavier than they should have, as though they carried the weight of my uncertainty.
With just a few days to the start of the Christmas event, I could barely contain my anxiety. even though I have tri s My best to pay attention to every little detail, I can't help this feeling that something might terribly go wrong.
I hurried down the hallway, my steps quick and determined, the crisp parchment fluttering slightly in the cool air.
Each step brought me closer to Magnus’s office, where I needed his royal stamp to finalize the invitations. Among the many packs these would go to was my former pack—the Stormclaw pack.
Just thinking about them stirred a pit of unease in my stomach. It wasn’t hatred, no. It was the memories, the uncomfortable weight
