The Silver Moon Pack house was a cathedral of light. Thousands of floating lanterns drifted above the lawn, casting a warm, romantic glow over the gathered elite of the Northern territories. Every Alpha from the surrounding five packs was in attendance, their fine silks and polished silver jewelry a testament to their perceived safety.
On the grand balcony, Ryder Blackwood stood like a god. He wore the traditional white and gold of the Great Alpha, his hand entwined with Serena’s. She looked radiant, her head held high, wearing the ancient Moon-Aegis tiara that was supposed to belong to the true Luna.
"Tonight," Ryder’s voice boomed, amplified by his Alpha power, "we celebrate the correction of a mistake. We celebrate the strength of the North and the union of two true warriors!"
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