The ceremony continued with formal announcements, political agreements, diplomatic nonsense that made my head spin.

Finally, Dante raised his hand for silence. “The formal ceremony is complete. Now we celebrate!”

Music started. Tables were laden with food. Wolves began to mingle and dance.

Dante pulled me aside, away from the crowd. “You did perfectly.”

“I feel like I’m going to be sick.”

He laughed. “That’s also normal. Come on, let’s—”

“Dante!”

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