The next day, the grand hall was a masterpiece of light and elegance.
Thousands of candles flickered in crystal chandeliers, casting a warm, golden glow across the marble floors. Flowers cascaded from every surface—roses, lilies, orchids, their petals shimmering with dew. The music was soft and melodic, a gentle waltz that floated through the air like a whispered promise.
The ball was a grand affair.
And by ten o'clock, the hall was full to the brim with wolves from every corner of the kingdom.
Iva stood at the edge of the dance floor, her hand resting lightly on her growing belly, her eyes sweeping across the crowd. She had been nervous, anxious, her heart heavy with the weight of the previous day's events. The appeal had been rejected. Attia and Lori's bond had been dissolved on pape
