Avery’s POV
That evening Gideon’s sister took me shopping for a gown suitable for the final night of the Alpha Council. Apparently those upper echelons of Wolven society loved their social occasions, and I couldn’t disgrace Nightwolf Pack by appearing under-dressed.
I had showered and grabbed a change of clothes from the pile Dierdra had begrudgingly piled up on the bed in my old room in the pack house. It felt strange to be pulling on these stiff, new garments after so many weeks of wearing the same soft work clothes that had been washed a hundred times.
These new clothes felt brand-new. Some still bore the tags of expensive brand names that Dierdra had bought in one of her many shopping trips. If she spent half as much time working on being the Luna this pack needed as she did tryin
