(Raiden’s POV)
The final unity challenge begins with a ceremonial acknowledgment of pack bonds, a tradition steeped in symbolism.
The gathered packs watch from the grand arena, their eyes sharp, their judgment palpable. As Siena and I stand together before the council of judges, the weight of their stares presses down on me, yet it’s not their scrutiny that unsettles me most.
It’s her.
Siena stands beside me, her posture straight, her chin held high, her amber eyes steady as they sweep across the crowd. Even after everything, she commands respect effortlessly. She doesn’t need to demand it—it’s given freely, drawn to her like moths to a flame.
Once, I might have attributed that to her beauty, or dismissed it as mere luck. But now, as I watch her, I see it for what
