The goddess watched the servants hurry around the alpha's room, dressing the girl up as fast as possible, not knowing why her temper was much worse than when they had seen her a few hours ago as if she was an entirely different person.
She caught Alma glancing at the girl with a frown now and again, not knowing what caused the change in behavior. What happened behind the closed doors of the holding room was a secret that only a few in the pack were privy to. The others were only following their alpha's orders.
As the girl slid into fine yellow silk, she looked the spitting image of the goddess who was watching her from the gap between the doors. Luna stepped back with a nod, closing the doors gently as she did.
