Moon Lake at sunset. Four hundred thirty wolves assembled. Twenty human observers. The Architect and twelve other entities in crystal spheres positioned at the perimeter under heavy shamanic guard.
Sera stood in the preparation tent, hands shaking.
“Breathe,” Luna commanded, adjusting the ceremonial robes one final time. Green and silver, traditional Silvercrest colors, but cut modern. “You’re ready.”
“I’m terrified.”
“Good. Terror means it matters.” Luna stepped back. “You look like an alpha. You look like someone worth standing beside for eternity.”
“Where’s Marcus?”
“In his tent. Probably equally terrified. Cade is with him.” Luna smiled. “This is normal. Every mated pair goes through this. You’re not special.”
“Thanks for the reassurance.”
“You’re welcome. Now, the ceremony sta
