The final hours of the Gala passed in a blur of diplomatic conversations and carefully maintained smiles. I moved through the crowd with practiced grace, ignoring the whispers that followed in my wake. If anyone noticed the brittleness of my composure, they were kind enough not to mention it.
"Luna Aurora, the northern border proposal is quite generous," remarked the Silver Creek Alpha, studying me with unconcealed curiosity. "Your pack shows remarkable flexibility in these negotiations."
"Balance benefits us all, Alpha Kincaid," I replied smoothly. "A strong alliance serves both our interests."
His mate touched his arm gently. "The decorations are exquisite, Luna. The moonflower and silver birch pairing is inspired—connecting earth and sky. Your vision is evident in every detail."
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