(Ava’s POV)
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, golden and warm, as if it wanted to chase away the tension of the previous night. I sat up slowly, the events of dinner still fresh in my mind. Tessa’s glare. Caleb’s silence. The ache in my chest that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with hurt. But I wasn’t going to let them ruin this day—not Ayana’s day.
The Stormveil Pack house buzzed with excitement. Wolves moved around with purpose, carrying fabrics, setting up decorations, and organizing food for the grand celebration. The ceremony would take place under the moonlight—sacred, serene, and unforgettable.
I dressed quickly and headed to the main hall, where Ayana was already directing a few pack members. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.
“You’re up! Thank the
