The sun broke through the jagged shadows of Hollow Mountain, painting golden lines across the valley where the newly united warriors of Silver Moon and Shadow Fang were gathering. It wasn’t for training today.
For once, the camp buzzed with something softer, hope. A mating ceremony. The first official one between two warriors from opposing packs.
Celeste stood with Lisa, adjusting the simple flower garland atop the bride’s head. “You’re going to make me cry,” Lisa sniffled, dabbing at her eyes. “And if I cry, Troy’s going to get all weird and emotional, and then Logan will probably start a fight to compensate, and then we’ll have bloodstains on the dress.”
“Celeste,” the bride whispered, turning to face her, “thank you. None of this would’ve happened without you and Hunter.”
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