Jasper's POV*
We exited the packhouse through the backyard doors. The first thing I noticed was how well maintained the back yard looked. The soon-to-be-former Luna did an amazing job beautifying the ground in celebration of tonight. Fairy string lights were hanging everywhere, and sheets of green and brown fabric clung to the columns and around the stage. The mass sea of brown chairs had guests seated in them, with guests in wolf form huddling in the back. The scenery did look breathtaking, but not as breathtaking as the women standing beside me.
We ascended the flight of stairs leading up to the grand stage. Sterling was careful of every step she took so that she wouldn't fall over and embarrass herself in front of everybody. Finally, We were standing on stage with Elder Chaplin, Alpha
