The pack had gathered in the ceremonial clearing—a natural amphitheater formed by ancient trees, with the full moon rising directly overhead. Lanterns hung from branches, casting golden light across the assembled wolves. Easily two hundred pack members, all dressed in traditional attire, all silent with anticipation.
I waited at the eastern edge with the females, hidden from view by a wall of trees. Through the bond, I felt Skyler at the center, his nervousness matching mine.
"You'll enter when the moon crests the trees," Catherine instructed. "Walk slowly. With purpose. Every eye will be on you."
"No pressure," I muttered.
Vera squeezed my hand. "You've got this. Just focus on him."
The drumming started—deep, rhythmic, ancient. My wolf rose up, recognizing something primal in the sou
