“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please! Welcome to the First Mating Ball of the year!”

A cheer erupted. Wolves of every rank filled the hall—Alphas, Lunas, Betas, Omegas, Warriors, Gammas. All dressed in elegant silks.

The Mating Ball was more than just a tradition, it was a ceremony of fate where bonds were revealed and the Moon Goddess herself whispered destinies. It was a night of unity where alliances could be strengthened with toasts and smiles and rivalry ...