Sixty

“I’ll be hosting the ball next week,” Anton said while they were eating dinner that night after Kyra was done with her training with Herod. Kyra was sitting to his right and Tanya to his left in the dining room.

Kyra’s hand tightened around her glass of wine as her heart began to drum with anticipation. The day was finally drawing closer and nothing was going to stop her anymore.

“Hmm, the ball,” Tanya hummed, “The ball we’ve been waiting for is finally here again this year,”

Anton hosted a ball to celebrate his pack for its riches and fruitfulness at this time of the year every year. It’s been like this for centuries and he was only following the culture his ancestors made.

While it was a celebratory season for Anton and his pack, other alphas saw it as an opportunity to meet other alphas and build connections.

“Yeah, and all alphas and their Lunas will be invited.” Anton turned to face Kyra, his brows were furrowed with concern, “Your first mate is going to be here too. Are you sure