= Amara =
The first night of the bonding ceremony ended not with silence or solemnity—but with music.
I hadn’t expected that.
When the recognition ritual concluded—when Mikael and I had stood before the pack, when our blood had mingled with the dark red wine and passed from hand to hand—I thought the night would dissolve into something quiet and sacred.
Instead, someone struck a drum.
Laughter followed.
And just like that, the venuel transformed.
Lanterns were lighten up hanging from the trees, their golden light softening the grim and dark atmosphere earlier. The air, once heavy with ritual and anticipation, turned warm and alive. It felt…silent
I stood near the long table where the ceremonial bowl had rested earlier, my fingers brushing the rim of an empty cup as I watched the pa
