As the preparations for the mating ceremony continued, the shadow wolf faction thrived with activity. Werewolves were decorating the ceremonial area with intricate patterns of leaves and flowers, creating an ethereal atmosphere that would be illuminated by the upcoming full moon. Thane's eyes moved through the scene with anticipation and uncertainty, his thoughts consumed by the gravity of the decisions he had made.
Slate's knock on Thane's door interrupted his introspection. Thane opened the door, acknowledging Slate with a nod. Slate's intense gaze bore into Thane's, concern and loyalty evident in his expression. "We're almost ready. The moonlit ceremony is just around the corner."
Thane leaned against the doorframe, a contemplative look on his face. "I know, Slate. I never thought it
