DANTE’S POV
The night that we had all been waiting for had finally arrived, to me, it almost felt like it was something that I hadn’t been preparing for in the past couple of days. I knew that Selene was feeling something too even though she hadn’t been able to put it in coherent words yet.
This night did not belong to us, that was the first thought that settled in my chest as I stood at the edge of the ceremonial clearing, watching the last of the territories arrive. Wolves filled the valley in slow, deliberate waves—Alphas with their guards, Betas bearing sigils of their packs, warriors whose scars told stories older than my rule. Torches burned low along the stone path, their flames bending unnaturally toward the rising moon, as if pulled by something unseen.
This had never been done
