The celebration that followed the ceremony lasted long into the night, filling every corner of Blackwood Manor and the surrounding gardens with light, music, laughter, and joy. Long tables were laden with food and wine, golden lanterns hung from every branch and archway, and the air smelled sweet with flowers, roasted meat, and ancient magic. Everyone came to us—elders, warriors, families, children—bowing or curtsying, offering blessings, warm words, and congratulations. They called me Luna Elara, their queen, their new protector, the one who had finally brought balance to their future Alpha.
Damon never let go of my hand. He stood tall and proud at my side, his fingers laced tight through mine, his grip warm and possessive, as if he was terrified that if he let go even for a second, I mi
