Ember
The ball is not what I expected it to be at all. I expected snobby she-wolves to judge me with their nose in the air. I expected stuffy boring music and everyone dancing to a waltz. I expected men to be aggressive and force a dance on me without my consent.
Instead, I find myself standing beside a she-wolf named Liora. Her bright blue eyes and wide smile make me feel at ease by her side. Her mate, Seth, is with mine, walking the perimeter of the ballroom and talking to visiting alphas and betas as Zaid introduces himself to those he has yet to meet.
“So, Ember, how does it feel to be the next Queen Luna?” Liora asks as she leans into my side, a mischievous grin on her face. I blush at her question, tucking a curl behind my ear as I look down at the glass of soda in my hand.
“Surr
