Selena’s pov
After the wedding, we went to a large hall to celebrate the reception.
The tables were filled with foods and heavy with assorted meals as the feast was in full roar.
I sat at the head table with Dante but it didn’t feel real. It felt like I was in some kind of movie.
An elder rose from the far end of the table, lifting his goblet toward us. He was truly ancient with bone white hair and old leather for skin, but his voice was strong.
“To the Alpha and Luna!” he shouted. The hall fell silent. “To their bond bringing strength to our pack, and to the moon lighting their path every night.”
A cheer erupted, loud and warm. I found Dante’s gaze as we raised our cups, toasting in their direction. Someone began to chant, first softly, then others following until the room was fille
