The preparations for the Luna ceremony were swift but meaningful. With the council’s acceptance of Killian’s defeat, the threat of war had been lifted, and the pack was eager to see their leaders united. Maya and Helena worked tirelessly to help Amara prepare, and despite the rush, there was a sense of joy and celebration in the air.
Amara stood in front of a mirror, her reflection staring back at her as Maya fastened the last piece of her ceremonial attire. The white gown flowed around her, simple yet elegant, a symbol of purity and new beginnings. Her wounds had been carefully bandaged beneath the fabric, and though she was still healing, she felt stronger than ever.
“You look beautiful,” Maya said softly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Are you ready?”
Amara smiled, though he
