The ceremony for Giana's appointment as Delta approached, with elaborate preparations emphasizing her new status. The pack hall had been transformed with lavish decorations—silver banners bearing the Blood Moon emblem, rare mountain flowers imported at great expense, and ceremonial torches crafted by the pack's most skilled artisans.
I watched the preparations from the Luna's balcony, noting how the traditional symbols had been modified to showcase Giana specifically. The customary blue-and-silver color scheme now incorporated touches of deep crimson—Giana's favorite color, not coincidentally reminiscent of blood.
"Subtle, isn't she?" Kane remarked dryly, appearing beside me. "The crimson accents are traditionally reserved for Alpha ceremonies."
"She's staking her claim," I agreed quiet
