Chapter 80 : The New Wolvenmark Generation
Al's POV
The moon hung high above Luneveil Temple, its glow spilling across the white stone like liquid silver. The celebration had finally ebbed into a comfortable quiet. The laughter, the clinking of goblets, the rustle of music and conversation—all had faded to the soft hum of distant crickets and the steady crackle of torches burning low in their sconces. The scent of roasted venison and honeyed bread still lingered in the air, mingling with the sharper tang of incense drifting from the altar.
Ruby lay at my side in his wolf form, his massive frame stretched across the polished marble floor. His head rested on his paws, silver-flecked fur shimmering under the moonlight seeping through the temple’s open arches. Even now, after everything, h
