Kiera's P.O.V.
The full moon hung high above, bathing the clearing in its silver glow, a silent witness to the ceremony that had just concluded. The air was thick with the remnants of tension, the echoes of Rowan’s outburst lingering even after he had stormed off into the woods.
For a moment, the pack seemed frozen, uncertain of what to do next. My heart pounded as I stood beside Damian, his warmth anchoring me amidst the swirl of emotions. But then, as if guided by some unspoken agreement, one by one, the pack members began to approach us.
“Luna,” someone said, their voice tentative yet filled with respect.
“Congratulations,” another chimed in, and soon the trickle turned into a steady stream of well-wishers.
I glanced up at Damian, his strong, steady presence radiating calm assuranc
