Chapter 294: Whispers of the Silver Moon Pack

**Thelma Zane’s Perspective** Standing before the mirror, I gazed at the intricate bridesmaid dress draped over me. The layers of lace, soft muslin, and gemstones embedded in the cuffs and neckline spoke of grandeur and opulence. Yet, beneath its beauty, all I could think about was the cost. I silently calculated the financial strain such once-worn garments would place on the royal family. You may laugh at my practicality, but only those who manage the household understand the weight of these expenses. Recently, I had begun assisting my mother with the royal family’s finances. Day after day, I pored over the account books, and at times, the sheer amount of spending made me feel as though money were nothing but blank paper. Being a princess of my birth parents had always seemed simpler compared to being a princess of the werewolf pack. Managing the latter was an entirely different kind of challenge, one that tested my patience and endurance. In some ways, it felt even more exha