Seren
I could hear the low hum of voices long before the ceremony clearing came into view—the chatter of the pack, the mingled accents of visiting wolves, laughter and anticipation braided together in the cooling evening air. It washed over me in waves as I followed the familiar path, every step bringing me closer to the heart of Crescent Moon territory.
During one of our many late-night conversations, Duncan had told me that this clearing had been used for Alpha and Luna ceremonies since the pack’s founding, hundreds of years ago. Generations of power had been sworn here. Blood spilled, oaths taken, bonds forged beneath the same moon now rising overhead. The place had absorbed it all—every promise, every sacrifice—and it had developed a magic all its own.
I felt it before I ever crosse
