INDY
The blessing ceremonies finally began. Rome was standing on the stage with the rest of his family as a priestess read the blessings of the moon.
The full moon hung above Algard, casting bright light over the open courtyard. Wolves stood shoulder to shoulder in silence, heads bowed, palms pressed to their chests in loyalty to crown and blood.
It was a full moon blessing—a sign that the Windsor line was truly the chosen one.
Rome stood at the center of the circle, clad in a black cape with his crown on top of his head. His posture was perfect. He was an Alpha through and through.
The High Priestess finished the final chant; her voice echoed as she lifted her staff toward the sky. It appeared like moonlight poured down as it reflected on her sliver-colored staff, washing over Ro
