Revenge Of The Alpha's Reborn Mate
"We've prepared a proper celebration inside. Food, drink, music. Tonight we honor our Luna's victory at the Alliance."
The crowd began moving toward the palace entrance, their voices raised in excited conversation. But before I could follow, a young warrior approached.
She couldn't have been more than nineteen, her face nervous but determined. She held something small in her hands.
"Luna Isabella," she said shyly. "We... we all made you something. To welcome you properly."
She held out a small carved wolf figurine. The craftsmanship was beautiful—intricate details in the fur, the posture proud and strong. It looked almost alive in the torchlight.