Vorian POV
Kavira’s hand trembled, and I felt the sharp sting of her nerves echoing through me. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on her, though she tried to steady herself. For the briefest instant, her eyes flicked to Ravelyn. He gave her a subtle nod, the smallest anchor she needed before she drew a deep breath and sliced her palm. Her blood mingled with mine, and together it turned the liquid inside the chalice into a striking shade of blue. The scent of rain and fresh grass rose from the cup, as though the earth itself bore witness.
Gently, I wrapped a strip of fabric around her hand before Councilman Iver’s voice carried across the gathering. “Alpha Vorian, as this is your pack, you will begin the vows.” His tone held warmth and encouragement. Though tradition often placed t
