|| Lilac's POV ||

“Alright,” I said, my voice steady now. “Let’s do it. Let’s go to the Wolf Gala.”

Elara’s grin returned, and she clapped her hands together. “That’s the spirit! Now, we need to figure out what you’re going to wear. This is a masquerade ball, after all. You need a dress that will make you feel like the queen you are.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you love me for ...