In no time at all, guests were arriving from all around the various packs of the werewolf world to stay at the High Tower for the ceremony of the supreme Luna in three days, none of whom knew anything about her beyond the fact that she was from the North Pack.
North Pack? Which of the she-wolves there was the lucky one? And why wasn't her name included in the cards sent out to invite them? Many asked these questions, though some had already convinced themselves they had the answer.
Rumors were already circulating that the chosen she-wolf was none other than Ember, the princess of the North Pack and the best candidate from that pack, as there was no one else they knew from there who was worthy of the position.
In the minds of many of the arriving guests, they firmly believed the she-wolf to be Ember, and so many who came from lower packs or who wanted to get close to the future supreme Luna made mental notes to form friendship alliances with her.
