The morning of the Luna Ceremony dawned soft and golden, sunlight spilling like molten honey across Crescent Moon territory. The pack house sat quiet but humming with preparation, every corridor threaded with hushed excitement. This was not just any ceremony — it was the formal crowning of their Luna, the heart that steadied the Alpha. And every Alpha attending knew that even on a day of celebration, power never rested. Not when wolves gathered. Not when dominance hung in the air like a storm.
Michael stood at the window of the visiting suite, jaw tight, thoughts sharper than the mountain air drifting through the cracked glass. When Beta Marcus arrived to escort him to a private Alpha-only meeting, not a word of pleasantry was exchanged. The two men simply nodded, and Michael followed, sh
