Grace

The sun had just begun to rise over the Pack of the Nightstar, casting a soft golden glow through the windows of Imara's chamber. Her maids, Nancy and Nara, bustled around her, adorning her in a flowing silk gown of deep purple, fit for a king's concubine. Imara's graceful figure was enhanced by the delicate embroidery that adorned the garment, and her ebony tresses were woven with pearls and adorned with intricate silver pins.

As the maids fussed over her, Imara couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. The pack had not been being its usual self and Imara never stopped a day trying to make things better for everyone but it was as though it only worsen day by day. Today, she had another plan. She would seek answers from Beta O'Horan, the king's most trusted advisor. She had noticed that the king had been distant lately, not only from her but to the rest of the pack members, and the lack of his presence had left her feeling hollow. There was a particular