Lucien’s POV
She was fire.
Not the kind that flickers and fades. Not the kind that warms hands in the cold. Elena had become something else entirely—a flame forged in silence and sacrifice, burning too brightly for this world to ignore anymore.
I watched her standing in the sacred circle, the blood vow still fresh on her skin, and for the first time in years, something in my chest ached with hope. Real, sharp-edged hope.
My Luna.
The bond had settled between us with the weight of something ancient. It didn’t feel like a chain, but a thread woven so deep into my bones it was as if she’d always been there—only now the world could see it too.
The ceremony ended hours ago. The pack had roared their approval, some with tears in their eyes, others with awe etched into their faces. They had
