The Picture

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CHAPTER 232

~Zara's POV~

The hall was alive with excitement as Aira and I entered, the space buzzing with chatter and anticipation. 

Rows of seats were arranged in a semicircle, facing a raised stage adorned with soft silver and gold drapes. 

The air carried a festive energy, with members of the pack bustling around, making final adjustments to the decorations.

I took a deep breath, letting the energy of the room settle my nerves. This wasn't just an event—it was a moment to celebrate the strength and individuality of every woman participating.

"Zara," Luna Star called, beckoning me toward the stage.

I followed her. The sound of my heels clicking against the floor as we ascended the steps. Aira stayed close.

The hall filled quickly, pack members and families taking their seats, their faces alight with anticipation.