The pack hall had been transformed.
Long tables groaned under the weight of food—roasted meats, fresh bread, vegetables from pack gardens, desserts that looked almost too beautiful to eat. Lanterns hung from every surface, casting warm golden light across the celebration. Music played, a mix of traditional pack drums and modern strings, creating something magical.
Skyler and I entered to thunderous applause. The pack howled—a chorus of joy and welcome that made my newly completed bond vibrate with belonging.
"The mated pair!" Marcus announced, raising his glass. "Skyler Voss and Wren Mercer, officially bonded under the full moon. May their union strengthen our pack and bring them endless joy!"
"Hear, hear!" the pack shouted in unison.
We were swept to the head table, positioned like r
