Lola’s POV

The palace had been buzzing since morning. Every corridor echoed with servants’ footsteps, and every hall smelled faintly of polished silver and perfume.

The entire pack was preparing for the Alpha Auction, the grand event where all tribes contributed to the war chest for the werewolf–vampire conflict.

By dusk, the palace gates glittered with torches, and long lines of cars arrived from every territory. Inside my room, I stood before the mirror, fastening the white pearl ...