Raven’s Peak — Wedding Night
The celebration had died down to a hum. Music faded into the rustle of leaves and low murmurs as the pack dispersed, retreating to their homes, their dens, their mates. The land seemed to hold its breath around the big house — wrapped in soft laughter and clinking glasses left on tables covered in flower petals.
Inside, Asher and Ember stood alone in the quiet warmth of their shared room.
Candles flickered low on the windowsills, bathing the wood-paneled walls in golden light. A fire crackled in the hearth, its scent mingling with pine and lavender. Their joined hands hadn’t let go since the vows.
Ember stood in front of the mirror, pulling the last pins from her hair. It fell in waves down her back, wild and loose like the woman she’d always been beneath t
