The day of the ceremony arrived with a crisp breeze carrying the faint scent of pine and bonfire smoke, the air thick with the hum of voices. The Silverblade pack’s courtyard was decorated with silver banners and fresh blooms, a stage set for an occasion that carried both prestige and weight among the allied packs.
Darius stood among the gathered Alphas and Lunas, a tall and commanding figure with his Beta Marcus at his side. He could hear the soft buzz of conversations all around them—compliments about Luna Kathy’s gown, the sharp cut of Alpha Michael’s ceremonial suit, and remarks about how well the two looked together as they stepped into their new roles.
“But why is she wearing a choker necklace? It obscures her bite mark,” one Luna whispered just a little too loudly to her companion
