Ella was not good with attention since she always preferred living in the shadows. However, today was different. They were going to accept her as their own, and not forcibly but by their choice. Still, she was a little afraid. Was it stage fear? Was it because of the weight of the situation? Or was it because of the burden from the news she received earlier? She couldn't tell. But she was skittish. She couldn't stop fidgeting her fingers while her palms kept getting wet because of her constant sweating from nervousness.
The ceremony was being held in a large open space where probably all the official meetings, games, matches, or events of the Greyhound pack happened. She stood at a corner of the stage, trying to avoid the focus. But she was failing at it miserably. Four other she-wolves s
