The ballroom of the Silver Moon Pack, hall had never looked so… fluffy.

Celeste stood frozen under the archway of twinkling fairy lights, staring at the sea of roses, tulle, floating candle orbs, and glittering ice sculptures shaped like howling wolves.

Lisa was going to die.

“This is excessive,” she whispered to Hunter, who stood beside her in a perfectly tailored tux that somehow made him look even more mate-worthy, which she didn’t think was biologically possible.

“I think that ...