Chapter 11

The moment I walked in the door, her scent only became more potent as it enveloped me.

As I followed the scent, I scanned the ballroom and admired the decor. The stately chambers had been transformed into a paradise of flowers and iridescent bubbles floating high above. White and pink lace hung in beautiful arcs, fastened to the ceiling and supporting pillars. Everywhere I looked, flowers adorned tables and lined the walls. And, barely noticeable amidst the live music echoing throughout the hall, I could hear the sound of the machine sending bubbles drifting lazily in the air.

I looked at the celebration with a peculiar combination of confusion and awe, asking myself how a banquet held by the ruler of all werewolves could look like this.

Though it was beautiful, I attributed this style to a princess who had just come of age, not the Lycan King.