~Voridian~
The courtyard buzzed with nobles and werewolves I’d rather not face. As I approached the mating altar, they stood and bowed their heads in respect. Illyana joined me, wearing a cloak like mine but paired with a shimmering white gown. When she caught my eye, she smiled, but I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to listen to the priestess speaking.
My mind was elsewhere, consumed by Elowen. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, how I’d let her slip away. Her words, you’re a selfish coward, echoed in my head, each one twisting a dagger in my gut. I’d made the worst mistake of my life, and as I stood there, regret settled like a heavy stone in my chest.
“Alpha King Voridian, in the presence of the Moon Goddess, the nobles, and these witnesses, do you take Lady Illyana as your mate,
