Chapter 46

• The two weeks that followed our return to the mountain were a haze of healing, domestic quiet, and the heavy, intoxicating reality of our bond settling completely into my soul. The Bloodmoon pack remained dead silent, nursing their wounded pride behind closed borders. On Black pack territory, however, a very different kind of storm was brewing.
• Julian and Elena had wasted no time.
• Tonight was the marking ceremony—an ancient, primal rite meant to formally present a bonded mate to the pack and the ancestors. But because this was the Black line, and because I was claimed by both the Alpha Heir and the Enforcer, the event had transformed into a massive display of power that had the entire mountain vibrating with anticipation.