Six weeks. That’s all Luna needed to plan a mate ceremony worthy of what Sera and Marcus had survived together.
Or so Luna claimed.
Sera suspected her sister was secretly terrified.
“There are traditions,” Luna said, pacing the office with a notebook. “Rituals. Requirements. The ceremony has to honor the pack's history while reflecting who you and Marcus are now. And it has to accommodate two hundred refugees who’ll be witnessing it. Plus allied alphas. Plus council representatives. We’re looking at four hundred attendees minimum.”
“Keep it simple,” Sera said.
“Simple? The pack will document your mate ceremony in its history for generations. Simple isn’t an option.” Luna flipped through notes. “I’ve consulted Elder—” She stopped. “I’ve consulted the historical records. The ceremony mu
