Ryker and Kai step out into the evening air, the sky a perfect crystal‑clear canvas above them. The pack grounds have been transformed — white roses everywhere, candles lining the aisle, soft moonlight spilling over everything like a blessing.
Pack members and visiting Alphas greet him as he walks toward the front. He nods, shakes hands, accepts congratulations he barely hears. His pulse is too loud. His wolf too restless.
Kai peels off toward the entrance, taking his position to guard Elena.
Ryker reaches the altar where Shaman Eldin waits. Eldin clasps his hand warmly.
“Breathe, Alpha,” Eldin murmurs with a knowing smile.
Ryker tries. It barely works.
The moon hangs full and bright above them, bathing the ceremony space in silver. The roses glow softly in the candlelight. Everythin
