Ariana’s POV

 

After the somewhat embarrassing breakfast encounter with my parents, we had all gathered my father’s study.

 

The morning sunlight streamed through the study's window, casting a warm, golden glow on the room. My father had a solemn expression on his face, and my heart clenched with anticipation as he reached for a small, ornate box placed on the antique desk.

 

With a deep breath, my father opened the box, revealing a breathtaking sight—the Silvermoon Clan Alpha's insignia. It was a piece of remarkable craftsmanship, made of pure silver, intricately designed to showcase the clan's symbol—the moon, with every detail etched with precision and care. The insignia held immense...