The moonlight traced silver along Artemis's white fur as she bounded ahead of me through the trees, her paws barely disturbing the forest floor. My own Lycan form moved with less grace but more power, each stride covering twice the distance of a normal step. The night air carried her scent back to me—wild honey and mountain herbs, intoxicating in its newness. My mate. The thought still sparked disbelief beneath the certainty, a king who had finally found his queen in the most unexpected of places.
We approached the clearing where we'd left our formal attire, slowing to a trot. Artemis glanced back at me, her yellow-green eyes luminous in the darkness, before veering right toward the massive oak that held her gown. I turned left, heading for the pine where my royal garments waited.
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