As expected it looked like everyone who was privileged to recieve the royal invitation had arrived at the pack house unless they were still on their way coming or they died on the road, Luna thought to herself because there were so many people, both men and women in long dresses and gowns.
The masks on their faces made it difficult to know who was who. Luna didn't know if she should feel glad that at least she wouldn't be able to identify some nosy pack members even if they were to be rude to her.
Luna and Belle were currently at the king corridor leading to the first floor which was used as the ballroom. Her aunt and Mr. Osmound were taking their own sweet time to look around the pack house. The corridors had long dark crimson carpet that led from the entrance up to the ballroom, they were also oil paintings of past leaders on the walls.
