Ava’s POV
The grand hall shimmered under the golden light of the chandeliers, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Tonight was an important night, a night to honor my son as the heir of this pack and the next devil Alpha of the world.
The hall was filled with Alphas from different packs, they were all powerful people, people that I didn't even know. All I knew was some were allies, some were rivals, and others were just there to observe, waiting to see if we would make any mistake.
I moved through the crowd, offering polite nods and small smiles, that my cheeks were already hurting, due to the false smile frozen on my face.
My long blue gown flowed behind me, it was very heavy and really tight, but Amelia insisted that I had to wear it because it made me look like a woman of authority.
Sometimes I wish I was just born a witch, werewolves have so many rules, responsibilities and we always act on script.
While I was going to the crowd, I spotted my mother by the fountain, her
