Garcia' POV
"Have you checked the dress requirements for the ceremony yet?" Philip inquires, sliding the document toward Herbert's direction.
"Haven't bothered looking. Won't matter since I'll be in uniform anyway," I respond, settling into the chair at my workstation.
Typically, dress protocols for Alpha or Luna ceremonies follow predictable patterns. You dress in your pack's signature colors. Sometimes they simply request something bearing your pack's symbol - men usually sport neckties featuring the emblem, while women opt for pins or silk scarves displaying the same insignia.
"No specific requirements listed. Just says to incorporate some bright pink," Philip announces, and I cannot suppress my eye roll at Julia's blatant disregard for established customs.
"Let's begin this process before we get pulled into another assignment," I mutter, dreading the mountain of documentation ahead.
