Meanwhile, at the Crescent Moon Garden, the world seemed to move with an elegant, quiet urgency. Warriors, omegas, decorators, and attendants flowed around the space like purposeful wind, each carrying flowers, linens, trays, or instructions as they prepared for one of the most sacred ceremonies any pack could witness—the welcoming of a new Luna.
The other alphas from the earlier meeting were arriving one by one, their retinues trailing behind them. Their own lunas, heirs, betas, and chosen relatives were escorted toward the garden’s entrance, the long stone path lined with soft lantern-light and flower petals. Their low murmurs of awe filled the air long before their footsteps crossed the threshold.
For tonight, Crescent Moon had transformed its garden into something that felt alive—not
