Chapter 49 The Ceremony

• The ceremony spot has been transformed. Twilight has settled in, and the glow of soft candlelight fills the clearing, casting warm, dancing shadows across the trees. Flowers hang from woven branches, and lanterns line the pathway, leading toward a central arch decorated with the pack’s colors: rich blues, silvers, and a hint of gold. Everything feels sacred, touched by the moon goddess herself.
• As the procession begins, soft music drifts through the air, mingling with the night sounds around us. Our mothers, grandmothers, and the pack’s elders walk in first, each one embodying the strength and wisdom of generations before us. Then it’s my turn. I take a deep breath, hold my head high, and walk the path alone, feeling a strange mix of pride and awe. I’ve always felt at home here, but tonight, it’s like I’m part of something bigger—like each step I take ties me deeper to this land and this pack.
• Finally, Tara steps in with Uncle Carlton and Aunt Alice by her side. All eyes turn to her, and even in the faint light, her golden lace gown seems to glow, as if she carries her own little piece of moonlight. Timmon’s eyes meet hers across the clearing, and he’s smiling like he just won the lottery of the gods. I can’t help but grin. This is how a mate should look at his she-wolf.