A week passed, and now the grand night of the mating ball was finally in full swing. The Silverblade Pack’s great hall had been transformed into a glittering spectacle—crystal chandeliers reflected the golden glow of candles, and the polished marble floors shimmered beneath the soft light. Laughter and voices filled the air, blending with the faint notes of music drifting from the live string quartet.
Guests from various packs mingled, their eyes constantly scanning the crowd, each one silently hoping to feel that unmistakable pull that would lead them to their fated mate.
Among them were Darius and his sister, Roselyn. They had arrived with the rest of their pack that morning, and though Roselyn had done her best to appear composed, Darius had noticed her restlessness immediately.
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