Damon's POV
The afterparty spilled out under the string lights and lanterns, the soft glow making everything look like a scene out of a fairytale. Not really my thing, but I could appreciate the charm. Wolves mingled in groups, their glasses clinking in celebration, and for once, the tension of the last few weeks felt like it had taken a well-deserved vacation.
I leaned against one of the tables, nursing a glass of whiskey, watching the pack. My pack. Our pack. It still felt strange to think of it like that—Aria and me, Alpha and Luna. But there she was, laughing at something Alice said, her crown catching the light like it was made for her. Because, let’s be honest, it was.
I couldn’t help but smirk. Luna. I’d known it before her wolf even woke up, before my wolf recognized the bond. T
