Chloe's POV
I deliberately chose a lavender palace gown for today. As I slipped into it, the heavy silk settled against my skin with a weight that felt almost ceremonial.
When I stepped out of my room, Uncle Lucian's reaction was immediate.
"Chloe, you look..." He trailed off, staring at me like he'd seen a ghost.
I knew what he was seeing. Normally I wore bright hoodies and short skirts, sometimes outfits with outrageous prints that made the stuffy pack elders clutch their pearls.
But this lilac gown was different—intricate, formal, and heavy with tradition.
Uncle Lucian had commissioned over twenty palace gowns for me before I'd even returned to the family. I'd assumed he'd expect me to choose red for my first official appearance.
But the moment I saw this particul
