The guests spoke in low tones, mixing curiosity and caution, trying to understand how the daughter of the former Beta, the rejected and reborn wolf, would behave in front of the Alpha who had replaced her. Luara walked between the tables with an air of confidence that cannot be taught, her light-colored dress moving with the same calculated lightness of a beast about to attack. Each step was measured, each smile strategically dosed, and yet everything seemed natural, as if she had always ...