Her blessing released a wave of silver light that wrapped around me like a cocoon. My wolf Cora responded instinctively, our combined energy creating patterns in the air.
The Shadow Warrior elders stepped forward one by one. Each carried items of profound significance - ancestral jewelry, magical artifacts, weapons blessed by generations of alphas.
"The Moonstone Crown," one elder announced, presenting an intricate silver circlet. "Worn by every Luna since our pack's founding."
Another approached with a crystal vial. "Wolf tears from the first Shadow Alpha, said to grant visions of pack destiny."
Each gift came with its own story, its own magic. I accepted them with proper reverence, grateful for Sarah's endless lessons in pack protocol.
Marcus watched from nearby, his golden eye
