The day of my Luna ceremony arrived, and Swan Lake was in its full glory. The pack had decorated the grounds with intricate floral arrangements, and the shimmering lake reflected the soft hues of the setting sun.
Despite my nerves, the ceremony went smoothly. Victor kept true to his word, maintaining his distance but appearing every bit the devoted mate in public.
Susan had been my rock throughout, helping me prepare and even calming my nerves before the event. She had become the closest thing I had to a friend here. Swan Lake itself had also become a source of solace.
I had fallen in love with the swans gliding gracefully on the water. Somehow, I felt connected to them—free in spirit but confined within their serene territory.
The ceremony itself was grand. I stood by Victor’s side
