A taste of high society

Eires felt the soft fabric of her gown cling to her skin, every thread shimmering with the elegance of the Blackstone pack’s top-tier luna aid team. They had truly outdone themselves. Her reflection in her compact mirror, an image of polished grace, made her feel like someone else entirely.

The flowing crimson dress hugged her curves just right, and her hair, styled in soft waves, cascaded down her back like a river of night. Even though she looked every bit the part of a high ranking luna, she still felt the gnawing, all-too-familiar sting of nerves.

This was it. Her first official ball.