58. Wolf Gala-II

|| Lilac's POV || “Alright,” I said, my voice steady now. “Let’s do it. Let’s go to the Wolf Gala.” Elara’s grin returned, and she clapped her hands together. “That’s the spirit! Now, we need to figure out what you’re going to wear. This is a masquerade ball, after all. You need a dress that will make you feel like the queen you are.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. “You’re impossible, you know that?” “And you love me for it,” she shot back, winking. “Now, come on. We have a lot of planning to do.” As we spent the rest of the morning discussing dresses, masks, and the logistics of the event, I felt a sense of hope blossoming within me. For the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to dream of a future where I was happy, where I had found my mate and was free from the shadows of my past. But as the day wore on, a nagging thought crept into the back of my mind. What if my mate wasn’t at the gala? What if the red moon didn’t guide me to them? And what if… what if Alari