The Great Hall had been transformed beyond recognition. Cascading lights resembling stars hung from the vaulted ceiling, while strategically placed living trees created the illusion of an enchanted forest. The soft amber glow from hundreds of floating lanterns cast everyone in their most flattering light, and the subtle scent of moonflowers permeated the air.
It was exactly as I had envisioned it—a celebration of our dual nature as both wolves and humans.
I stood near the northern entrance, greeting arriving guests with practiced grace. My silver gown, custom-designed to reflect the moonlight theme, drew appreciative glances from the assembled dignitaries.
"Luna Aurora," purred the Alpha of the Silver Ridge Pack, bowing slightly. "This is magnificent. I've never seen the Great Hall look
