A short while later, our horse-drawn carriage arrived at the town square. The streets were alive with activity—the air filled with the enticing aromas of food stalls, the vibrant colors of gowns and fabrics on display, and the chatter of townsfolk hurrying about their business. I’ve always loved coming here. It felt like an escape from the chaos of life, a brief relief from everything weighing me down.
As we walked deeper into the bustling market, a few pack members recognized Serena. She was well-known in Amber Stone Pack, and most mateless wolves dream of being her mate. For she-wolves, they admire her beauty and social standing. A few of them politely asked for a picture, and Serena, ever the gracious woman, happily obliged. Afterward, we resumed our stroll through the busy streets.
“This is exciting, isn’t it?” Serena asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“It really is. Thank you for bringing me here every now and then,” I replied gratefully.
“You deserve this, Dorothy. Now, let’s find the perfect gown for you! And don’t hold back—choose the one you love, okay?” Serena insisted, pulling me toward the rows of booths.