Zayne’s POV
Under the same moon. The moon is watching us. I can feel it.
It hangs full and heavy above the clearing, flooding the earth with silver light, as if the sky itself has paused to witness what I am about to do.
The trees stand still. The wind barely breathes. Even the pack, gathered at a respectful distance, has fallen into reverent silence.
This night will be remembered.
Aurora stands barefoot on the cool grass, her white dress brushing her knees, moonlight clinging to her skin like it knows she belongs to something ancient. Something powerful. Something irrevocable.
She looks unreal. And she’s mine.
My heart pounds harder with every step I take toward her. Not with fear, but with the weight of certainty.
This is not an impulse. Not desperation. This is a choice. Clear
