Chapter 113

Sheila's point of view

I kept smiling at the members of the pack and everyone present at the celebration. I was standing at a corner in the grand hall, wearing one of the silken dresses, tailored by Lady Elenore, who's rumoured by Brielle to be the finest clothier in all of North Central. It had a high neck, and a small opening, showing off the valley of my chest. Killian had made a fuss about it, insisting it was quite revealing but the girls came to my defence, and I particularly loved it, as well as the astounding wonders Brielle made of my brown hair, tying it into a neat ponytail.

I was chatting with a few Lunas that had accompanied their mates to the party. It was a small feast, celebrating me and the pack, as I have officially been linked to the pack, and hence I could mind-link every member of the pack because Killian and I have marked each other.

Also, it was a small feast for the pack, celebrating their freedom from the crescent curse that has plagued the