Only the elders and a few selected members of the Moon Titan pack were present at the hall.
Aurora stood at the front of the altar, radiant in the icy-blue gown Celeste had chosen for her. She looked every bit of a Luna, beautiful, commanding, and cold.
Arnold stood beside her, tall and unyielding, his eyes fixed forward, as though the crown already rested on his head.
Elder Cyrax stepped forward. “Shall we begin? By the light of the Goddess and under the presence of the Moon we begin this sacred binding.”
The hall fell quiet.
“His voice echoed as he began the sacred rites. Ancient words filled the chamber, heavy with magic and tradition.”
Elder Cyrax’s gaze moved to Arnold. “Arnold Ashford, do you accept or reject Aurora Vale as your wife and Luna?”
Arnold’s gaze locked onto Auro
