Damon's POV
The night was electric. The soft glow of fairy lights strung between the towering trees cast a golden hue over the gathered pack, illuminating their faces filled with a mix of anticipation and reverence. I stood at the altar, every muscle taut, my wolf restless beneath my skin. This was it—the moment where Aria would truly become one with the pack. My Luna.
My eyes scanned the crowd, pausing on familiar faces. Wolves I’d grown up with, ones who’d fought beside me, and others who had questioned my leadership in darker times. But tonight, they were all here, united. Waiting for the woman I’d chosen—not just with my wolf, but with everything I was.
The soft rustle of movement drew my attention back to the aisle. And then I saw her.
Aria.
She walked slowly, her arm linked with
