Azeo could barely hear the last echoes of the pack’s howls. They were noise now, background static against the pounding in his blood.
McKenna.
His.
The bond sang louder than the ritual itself, binding her to him in a way that no ceremony could ever capture.
When her crimson gaze locked on his across the hall, something inside him snapped taut. He could smell her excitement, her nerves, her hunger that matched his own. And though dozens of his wolves were pressed around them—cheering, howling, celebrating their new sister—his beast didn’t care.
She was his mate. And every single one of them would damn well remember it.
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He forced himself to breathe slowly, to keep his expression calm, though his wolf clawed at the surface demanding he sweep her into his arms and carry her out of s
