The murmur of the great hall reached me before we crossed the threshold. Overlapping voices, laughter that mingled with the clinking of glasses, the soft rustle of shoes on marble, and a dense perfume saturated with flowers and spices that almost made me dizzy. The music floated like a silver thread in the air, delicate, elegant, laden with that formality that sought to cover the pack's most primal instincts.
It was the first time Lucian had brought me to this type of event, where I would be presented as his Luna, and honestly, my nerves were on edge.
The hall seemed like an ocean of lights and whispers. Crystal chandeliers hung like brilliant crowns from above, spilling golden reflections over columns and polished marble, which returned the radiance like a liquid mirror. The air was charged with heat and expectation, and I floated amidst it all, conscious of every movement of my body, the brush of the dress against my legs, the slight trembling of my hands.
