The ballroom was alive with the golden glow of candlelight and the soft murmur of contented conversation. Couples swirled across the dance floor, their laughter mingling with the music that drifted through the air like a gentle breeze. The display board continued to pulse with new matches, each one sending ripples of joy through the assembled wolves.
Iva stood near the center of the hall, her hand resting on her growing belly, her eyes scanning the crowd with a sense of profound satisfaction. The evening had been a triumph—beyond anything she had dared to hope for. More than fifty couples had been matched, their fates intertwined by the invisible threads that only she could see. The kingdom would never be the same.
And then, she saw her mother.
Rana was radiant.
She moved through the c
