The Ceremony Begins
Sebastian's POV
The grand ceremonial hall had never looked more magnificent. Thousands of candles cast flickering shadows across the ancient stone walls, their light reflecting off the polished marble floors. Every member of the Northern Crescent pack who could attend had gathered, filling the space with bodies and anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of wolves, power, and expectation.
I stood at the altar in full Alpha regalia, the formal robes of my position heavy on my shoulders. The King's crown sat on my head, a weight I'd carried for decades. The ceremonial cloak, deep midnight blue embroidered with silver wolves, fell from my shoulders to sweep the ground. I looked every inch the Alpha King I was.
Marcus stood behind me to the left, his hand resting
