Amelia's POV

I stood still as the maids moved around me, their hands gentle but efficient as they worked thier magic around me.

The dress felt heavier than anything I had ever worn before… not just because of its weight alone, but because of what it represented.

Luna… I was going to be a Luna of a pack.

Not just a Luna, though.

A mother.

I swallowed hard, resting a hand over my stomach, my fingers trembling slightly.

Just days ago, I had been drowning in grief and vengeance ...