"Do you, Rosalie Elisabeth Jenkins, promise to uphold the laws of the Southern Crescent Moon Pack and, to the best of your ability, lead and protect the members of this community?"
My beautiful Rosie stood next to me on the small stage that had been constructed in the meadow for her Luna ceremony. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her long curly hair had been swept into a messy updo and loose tendrils of her blonde locks moved around her face in the gentle breeze. She had dressed in a simple but elegant gown that mirrored Ember's coat color. The fabric faded from dark grey at her torso to fire red at her feet and flowed around her all the way to the ground. Her bare neck was adorned with a platinum and ruby necklace, an heirloom that had been in my family for generations. Matching ruby and pla
