IOWYN
Three months after the battle, I knelt in the center of Bloodmoon Pack's ceremonial circle while moonlight painted frost patterns across ground that still carried faint traces of stellar fire.
The irony wasn't lost on me—six thousand years of existence, and I was finally finding home among wolves who'd taught me that family meant choice rather than blood, that belonging could be earned through sacrifice rather than inherited through birthright.
"Iowyn of Winter Court," Caleb intoned, his Alpha authority carrying across the gathered pack members with ceremonial weight that made the air shimmer. "You've bled beside us, fought for our people, honored the bonds that transcend politics and species. Do you choose to join Bloodmoon Pack as full member, with all rights and responsibilitie
