Elaine
The sheer volume of the celebration was deafening, a physical release of tension that had been building in the Black Ridge Pack for months. It wasn't just noise; it was the kinetic energy of fifty shifters finally settling into the truth of their leadership.
Lorenzo’s hand was a warm, heavy anchor on my waist, the subtle pressure guiding me through the shifting currents of the crowd. He didn't speak much, letting the pack's cheers and my own calm presence do the work. His role now was to present me, and my role was to accept.
Knox had already retrieved the traditional ceremonial drink—a potent, dark mead brewed specifically for celebrations of the Alpha's bond. He presented the heavy, silver flagon to Lorenzo, who took a deep drink before passing it to me.
I lifted the flagon hi
