The ceremony
In the grand garden of the Warrick Mansion, all the ten pack highly ranked werewolves and their families were present. The elders of the Silver Moon Pack, the keepers of their ancient traditions, occupied the front row, their faces etched with wisdom and experience.
On the second row, Leone and his family were seated. The only exception was Kendric, who, due to his esteemed status, was seated amongst the elders.
Next to Leone, Vivian sat, her heart fluttering like a caged bird amidst the sea of werewolves. Her hands, a bundle of nerves, rested on her lap.
Suddenly, a gentle touch graced them. She found it was Leone's hand, which offered a silent reassurance to her. She turned her head, meeting his comforting smile, a beacon of solace in her storm of anxiety.
The moment
