AMELIA POV
“Miss Amelia? Are you going to the frost fair?”
One of the young she-wolves who had recently turned eighteen came over flapping an invitation in my face.
I plucked it out of her excited hand and opened it to read.
The sides of the letter had little swirls in glittery blue. Making the paper look beautiful.
To the Alpha of the Crescent Pack.
We would like to invite you and your select pack members to a frost fair we will be holding at our pack grounds.
We and other packs would like to make this event a yearly event for our unmated wolves to hopefully find their other half's from different packs.
We can not let the Rogues stop us from thriving anymore.
We hope you are with us on this decision and will stand with us in favour of the king.
We hope to hear from you
