Chapter 38: Growing Closer
(Marcus’s POV)
I stood at the front of the ceremonial chamber, my voice steady, explaining the importance of the hunt to our traditions. The gathered pack listened attentively, but my focus kept shifting. Aurora stood beside me, clutching the ceremonial staff in her hands, her posture slightly stiff.
Her silver-white hair glimmered under the torchlight. Every now and then, the faint scent of moonflowers from her hair reached me. Logan growled softly in my mind, not in frustration, but in approval. He was watching her as closely as I was.
“This formation,” I said, stepping forward to demonstrate, “is both your defense and your offense during a hunt. Precision is key to forming an unbreakable unit.”
I glanced at my Beta, who nodded and signaled the younge
