Zara's POV

It never occurred to me that a mating ritual could be so demanding.

My head spun, my dress felt like it had gained some extra weight every time we met someone new, and my shoes were now genuinely hurting my feet.

After tonight, I doubted that I would remember half of these wolves' names or even their faces. Levi and I have been meeting and greeting so many ranks that their faces have begun to blend.

I sighed as a lone wolf, maybe 6'7", with green eyes, dark ...