Chapter 2

Ersa

Seated at the long table under the wooden hut were three gorgeous women, though it was clear they weren’t exactly on friendly terms.

The silver-haired beauty lightly pushed away the face of the raven-haired woman, whose chest was impossible to miss, while the youngest, with soft chestnut hair, sat farther away. I could almost see her rolling her eyes at the bickering pair, a silent comment on their little drama.

I straightened my back, took a deep breath, and stepped forward with a small curtsy. “Good morning. I am Ersa Soltharic. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

I told myself that was how nobles in our pack greeted each other. Maybe I’d done well… though my clumsiness probably showed.

As I lifted my gaze, the curvy woman smirked at me, clearly amused, while the silver-haired beauty raised a single eyebrow, studying me with cool curiosity.

The curvy woman walked over confidently and draped an arm around my shoulder. "Loosen up a bit, young one. I’m Seraphine, but you can just call me Big Sis.”

“Seraphine,” I said with a smile. This felt like a good sign—maybe friendship was possible after all.

“That icy one over there is Lyanna, and the quiet, distant one is Everine. She’s probably about your age,” Seraphine added with a small laugh, gesturing toward the other two.

Before I could reply, a sharp clap sounded from behind us.

“Gather around, ladies,” a firm voice called.

We turned to see an older she-wolf, probably an elder. She carried an aura that made it impossible to ignore her.

Seraphine pulled me toward the chair next to her and Lyanna. I didn’t have a choice but to follow.

“I said gather. That includes you, Everine,” the elder said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

There was something about her—calm but commanding—that made it clear you had to obey.

Everine hesitated, then moved closer, keeping exactly one chair between herself and Lyanna.

“Alright, ladies,” the elder began. “Call me Madame Koraline. I am one of the Prefects overseeing your trials. Today marks your first day as a candidate to become a Luna. Some of you chose to be here… and some of you, perhaps, did not.” Her sharp eyes landed on me, and I felt her knowing gaze pierce straight through me.

“Today, you will also face your first special test.” She paused, scanning the room, observing how we reacted.

Only Seraphine clapped, loud and enthusiastic. The rest of us stayed still, unsure what to expect next.

“We begin with… body measurements. Each of you will remove your clothing for inspection.”

I looked around, taking in the scene. Servants, both male and female, were standing nearby, watching intently, but I didn’t hesitate. There was no reason to act reluctant—not when Seraphine had already stripped down, even discarding her undergarments.

Madame Koraline massaged her temples, as if the other woman’s boldness gave her a headache. “I didn’t say all of your clothing, Seraphine. You are to remain decent.”

Seraphine just shrugged and slipped her undergarments back on, unbothered.

I let out a quiet sigh, realizing this must be why Rose had chosen such a carefully made, practical set of garments for me. No point in dwelling on it now.

Taking a steady breath, I unzipped my dress and let it fall smoothly from my shoulders to the floor.

Lyanna and Everine followed suit. As we stood there, it was clear that each of us had a different body type. Seraphine was curvy, with large, round breasts. Lyanna was tall and slender, her narrow waist and sharp collarbones catching the light. Everine was petite, with a delicate, slim frame. I, in contrast, had a toned, athletic body, with slightly defined muscles from years of training in the forest.

Madame Koraline began measuring our height and noting down our body measurements. Just when it seemed like the process was finished, she added more, making it clear that this was only the beginning of our first special test.

“Now, we will determine your most sensitive spots,” Madame Koraline announced, clapping her hands sharply. A few female servants stepped forward, beginning to assess us through touch—careful to avoid the areas still covered by our undergarments.

I sank onto the edge of the bed, muttering to myself, I feel completely violated.

The assessment went on, but for me, nothing seemed to register. In the end, they couldn’t find my sensitive spots, unlike Seraphine, who moaned loud enough for it to carry across the garden, even where sound was supposed to flow freely.

I couldn’t help the small frown forming on my face. They’re checking me in places even Conan hasn’t seen…