As we stepped out onto the silver-tiled platform, the noise didn't just stop—it exploded.
The roar of the wolves was deafening. Thousands of Lycans stood in the square below, their eyes glowing in the twilight. They were cheering, shouting my name, and slamming their fists against their chests in a rhythmic salute.
"They love you," Alaric whispered near my ear, his hand firm on the small of my back.
We stood there for a long time as the triplets addressed the pack. They spoke about the attack, about the strength of the Blackwood lineage, and then they officially introduced me as their mate and their Luna. To my surprise, the reaction was overwhelmingly positive. I saw families waving at me, and groups of female wolves nodding with respect. The story of what I had done for Sarah had clea
