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Fleki’s POV

The air around me had become unpleasant the moment Lustre had to leave, as much as she was antsy for reasons I didn't understand when she was seated beside me, she was the least annoying thing about having to sit through the ball.

I only honored Silvercrest’s ancient traditions that fostered healthier pack relations by organizing elaborate balls because it was a required formality, and I was a leader that followed the rules of tradition by the book especially after being brought up and nurtured by an elder.

Yet, for once I had a date to the ball that I didn't absolutely despise and I would've loved to enjoy her company. At first when I’d noticed that she was nervous, I’d felt inclined to take her mind off whatever had her looking so unsettled.

From what I’d gathered, I assumed that she wasn't familiar with formal gatherings like balls and I’d placed her as the center of attention at the first ball she’d been opportune to attend. So of course, the concern I felt for her wa