At the crescent pack,
Lenra's popularity had shockingly sky rocketed earning the favors of every staff in the Crescents pack house, the maid adored her admiring her lady-like features. It had been a long time since anyone saw someone who was both educated and reserved in the pack house.
Either person that entered the pack was once a rogue saved from brutality or slavery. They would be savage and have been dealt with under strict supervision before their trust was gained and later on they settled amongst the other folks. However, seeing Lenora walk gracefully under a parasol accompanied by the queen's royal guard. She was a saint the moon goddess sent from the heaven above.
"There she is, picking a flower. Oh my, it feels like the sun is directly illuminating her face."
"She is simply breathtaking"
"I heard she is also kind-hearted to the poor folks."
"It is expected. She would make a perfect mate for the alpha"
