Hazel’s POV
One week later, the palace gardens had been transformed into something out of a fairytale.
Lanterns of every color hung from the trees like floating stars, their warm glow mixing with the soft silver light of the full moon. Long tables were covered in white cloths and overflowing with food—roasted meats, fresh fruits, honeyed pastries, and wines.
Music played softly in the background, a beautiful blend of strings and gentle drums that made the night feel alive and hopeful.
Everyone was here.
Alphas and their mates laughed together under the lanterns. Sirens moved gracefully among the wolves, some still proudly showing their shimmering scales. Dillian stood near the center with a group of women, but his eyes kept finding mine with a warm, brotherly smile that made my chest
