Meirah returned to the venue from the garden, crossing the dark corridors. Her eyes scanned the grand hall from her vantage point, taking in the opulence and grandeur of the event.
The venue's majestic chandeliers, made of sparkling crystals, hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the attendees. Elegantly dressed werewolves, representing various packs from different regions, moved about gracefully. Their laughter and conversations melded into a low hum, punctuated occasionally by the clinking of glasses.
She could see small clusters forming—alliances being forged, politics being discussed, and ties being strengthened. The prominence of the Lethe Pack's Luna ceremony meant it wasn't just a personal celebration but a significant event in the werewolf community, drawing in i
