The car glided silently through the night streets as the city lights disappeared in the distance. Serena sat next to Nathan, wrapped in a long, elegant white dress that he had chosen for her in a boutique. The dress was beautiful, flattering her figure and giving her an aura of elegance and strength. But beneath the surface of her outward appearance there was uncertainty. Nathan had insisted that she accompany him to the Wentworth Gala, an event of greater significance for the political and social relations between the packs. She was unsure if she could impersonate his mate. But he had given her no particular choice in the decision.

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