The Hayes packhouse had lost its mind.
I had seen it busy before during important ceremonies, festivals that I was not allowed to attend as a guest and was instead required to serve at. But this was different.
Lana and Cole's engagement ceremony was tonight, and the pack had to look the part for the biggest formal ball in Ashbourne. Rumors were, the Queen would attend.
Hence, the ruckus. Every surface had been polished twice. The kitchens had been running since before dawn and the head cook had already threatened to use my head as a mopping stick if I didn't keep my head down and mouth shut today.
I carried a tray of glasses through the main hall and kept my eyes forward. Low.
My back was sufficiently healed, but it was itching so terribly, it made my eyes water. I gritted my teeth as I made it over to the hall where the Alpha received his most important guests.
