Chapter 118

Valerica's POV

Schmoozing with guests was just a masked ball for me.

Before joining the Crimsonmoon Pack, my mother had the Moon Goddess Temple's etiquette priestess train me with a rod to have the standard noble smile—lips up 15 degrees, eyes with a third of warmth, and a voice like silvergrass.

After all, she groomed me to be the pack's Luna.

In socializing, we chatted and laughed cheerfully, pa