The garden behind the Silver Fang Pack house had been cleared out and decorated with long tables, gold candles, white and silver roses, and hanging lanterns.

The moon wasn’t out yet, but the sky was turning dark and the torches were already burning. The night air was breezy and moved through the trees, carrying the scent of roasted meat and fruit wine.

Aurora walked behind one of the maids, holding a tray of silver goblets with wine. She didn’t say a word as her eyes scanned every part of the garden. For what though? Even she didn't know.

She scanned the areas where the guards were standing, how many she-wolves...