"Luna Miriam of the Rockwood Pack," she introduced herself, extending a delicate hand.
Anne smiled politely and shook her hand. "It's lovely to meet you."
Anne smiled back. "It's an honour, Luna Miriam."
Miriam's eyes sparkled as she linked her arm through Anne's, gently pulling her towards the far side of the ballroom. "I must introduce you to the other ladies. It's tradition, after all. We Lunas must stick together."
The women stood in a tight circle, laughing lightly and exchanging sharp glances as though they shared some unspoken secret. They were impeccably dressed in designer gowns that whispered of wealth and power, each of them poised and elegant, their eyes gleaming with the sort of confidence that came from knowing their place in this world.
