= Amara =
By the third day of the bonding ceremony, I felt like I was standing at the edge of a cliff.
Not because I was afraid of falling.
But because I knew I wouldn’t be the same once I stepped forward.
The first two days had been tiring and almost socializing. But tonight was different. Tonight, there was no feast.
No celebration.
No after-party where the pack drank and pretended not to watch us too closely.
Tonight was for the…. mark.
The ceremony itself was short. Deliberately so. The Elders stood in a half circle beneath the open sky, the moon hanging full and luminous above us as if it had been summoned just for this moment. It was almost the same scene from the last two days. And this time, I wore a red…dress. A symbol for marking.
I stood at the center beside Mikael.
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