The High Council convened in Moon Goddess Valley.
It would hear the dispute over Theo's bloodline together with my petition for the unilateral dissolution of our mate bond.
12 stone chairs encircled a silver flame. Beneath the full moon, no Alpha pressure could compel a weaker wolf to submit, and no mate bond could hide a lie.
Damian stood across the flames in the formal attire of Blackthorn's Alpha.
For the first time in 6 years, he wore our mate ring in public.
"Theo is my biological pup."
He faced the 12 councilors. "Conflict between his parents should not deprive him of his bloodline. I am prepared to restore Aria's title as Luna immediately, hold Theo's moon-naming ceremony, and recognize him as Blackthorn's sole heir."
Every sentence promised something I had once dreamed of.
