Nevara
Thoren’s hand was warm around mine.
For a moment I focused on that simple, grounding detail instead of the thousands of people standing in the square watching us. The crowd had settled into a quiet that felt almost reverent, broken only by the faint movement of people shifting their weight or the distant creak of a vendor cart somewhere at the edge of the plaza.
The officiant stood between us, his voice calm and steady as he continued the opening words of the ceremony.
“…a union that symbolizes not only love, but the possibility of a future shaped by cooperation rather than division.”
His voice carried easily across the square.
From the corner of my eye I could see the crowd stretching far beyond the chairs Michelle had arranged. Wolves and Lycans stood shoulder to shoulder be
