Isaiah’s voice held so much authority that everyone went quiet, watching him step forward with Zira’s hand still in his grasp. Zira stood straight behind him with her gaze to the ground. Her body felt as if the sun coming through the windows were all focused on her. Werewolves are normally warm, but this was something different. She couldn’t focus but holding Isaiah’s hand was good for now.
“Isaiah…” Zira whispered.
“Don’t worry. I got this,” Isaiah whispered back to her before turning back to the Alpha King. “Even after everything I’ve…we’d all been through, the Goddess saw it fit to make Zira my mate. My second chance mate at that. Everyone has a right to be with the one the Goddess chose, and I chose to accept Zira as my mate and Luna of the Black Moon Pack,” Isaiah said with a hint
