Chapter 23: The Mating Run
The full moon rose like a silver beacon, bathing the sacred grove in ethereal light.
The entire Silverpine Pack had gathered at the edge of the ancient forest.
Torches flickered around the clearing, casting long shadows.
Elders stood on the raised platform, their faces solemn.
Loyal wolves formed a protective circle, while others watched with a mix of hope and doubt. Selene stood apart, her expression cold and calculating.
Elena stood in the center, heart thundering.
She wore a simple white ceremonial dress that flowed to her knees — traditional for the mating run, easy to shed when the shift began.
Luke stood opposite her, tall and powerful, dressed only in loose black pants. His bare chest gleamed under the moonlight, the jagged scar on his collarb
