Present Day: The afternoon of Corra's mating ceremony. Misty adjusted a crooked chair in Alpha Mark's apartment, an innocent task meant to keep her hands busy while she contemplated the noise echoing through her mind. The excitement of the upcoming mating ceremony buzzed in the air, but the shadows of dread lingered alongside it.
"Everything is going to be fine," she reassured Corra, who was perched on the couch, legs tucked underneath her. Corra wore a smile, but Misty could see the flicker of anxiety in her eyes, the slight tremor in her hands. "You're sure about that? What if—"
"—what if anything goes wrong?" Misty interjected, her brow furrowing. "You are meant to be with him. Alpha Mark chose you, heck the Moon Goddess chose you two to be together, and this ceremony is proof of that
