The day of the royal ball had finally arrived, and despite Lora's experience as Luna, an undercurrent of anxiety filled her. She had faced down battles, healed infections with the Goddess' Gift, and led her pack with grace, but this grand event in her honor felt different, overwhelming in a way she couldn’t quite explain.
Azriel, sensing her unease, gave her hand a comforting squeeze as they prepared to leave their pups in the capable hands of Tim and Dana. "Don't worry, love," he whispered softly, “You’ve faced far worse than a room full of Alphas trying to impress you.”
Lora smiled, grateful for his presence, and nodded. Beta James and Gamma Sky joined them as they made their way to the ball. The helicopter ride was quiet, filled with anticipation, and Lora's mind buzzed with thoughts
