POV: Araya
Word of the bond spreads quickly. Within days, wolves from every corner of Araya's territory gather to witness the formal recognition.
Not just Direwolves and rogues anymore. Pack wolves who left their old territories have joined. Lycans who heard the prophecy. Even a few skeptical Alphas who came to see if the stories are true.
Araya stands at the base of the mountain, looking up at the peak. The highest point in the Direwilds. The place where she'll be crowned Alpha of All Alphas.
Ronan stands beside her, his hand resting on the small of her back. "Nervous?"
"Terrified," Araya admits. "What if I'm not ready for this? What if I fail them?"
"You won't," Ronan says with absolute certainty. "You've already proven yourself a hundred times over. This is just making it official
