WILLA POV
The Luna Spring Convocation was held once every spring and hosted by one of the Seven Founding Families on a rotating basis.
Attendance was by invitation alone, making it one of the most exclusive gatherings in the werewolf world.
It was more than an afternoon of tea and pleasantries.
It was where noblewomen forged alliances over porcelain cups, young heirs were introduced to society, political gossip spread faster than wildfire, and mothers quietly evaluated potential husbands and wives for their children.
This year, the honor of hosting the convocation belonged to House Paxton. If I could remember clearly, that was Azrael's last name. The journey had taken about three hours from the Archer's estate.
I sat among elegantly dressed noble ladies in the estate's grand sun hall, absently stirring the honey into my tea as my gaze drifted over the endless spread of finger sandwiches, delicate pastries, fruit tarts, and freshly baked scones arranged on tiered silver stands.
