Sara's POV.
The gentle glow of lanterns lit the path as Lena and I walked toward the field where the pack seer’s ordination was to be held.
My gown brushed against the soft earth with each step, the weight of the moment settling heavily on my shoulders.
The voices of the gathered pack members drifted faintly in the air, mingling with the sounds of the night.
I should have felt proud or even honored to partake in this ceremony, but my mind was restless.
The Seer’s ornament, now tied to my responsibility, was a nagging presence at the back of my thoughts.
I tried to push it away, to focus on the rhythmic click of my heels and the steady, calming presence of Lena beside me.
But then, halfway down the path, an icy realization slammed into me.
The ornament.
I stopped abruptly, my
