Lilith
The ceremony is beautiful. Of course it is. I never expected anything less.
The Moonclaw Pack never does anything halfway when reputation is involved. The white stone of the ceremonial hall glitters brightly under the lights, and silver banners sway gently overhead. Pack crests are displayed like declarations of stability. Every detail is designed to say we are strong… we are united… nothing is broken.
Even the air feels staged.
Kael sits beside me, one arm resting behind my chair, not touching me but close enough that his presence feels like a quiet line drawn in the sand. He feels the need to stake his claim even though no one here could compare to him.
Casper and Serene stand at the center platform. Serene looks radiant, but Casper looks hollow.
I watch and am
