Chapter 207 The Rise Of Moonveil

DRAKE
Briana and I had chosen the old pine tree towering behind the packhouse as the perfect place for tonight’s ceremony. According to my aunt, this tree had stood since the very start of the Moonveil Pack—watching generations rise and fall. It had witnessed victories, heartbreaks, betrayals, and rebirths. And tonight, it would watch again as Briana and I stepped into a new chapter—not just for ourselves, but for everyone who called this pack home.
A white carpet stretched from the packhouse steps to the base of the pine, glowing faintly under the full moon. Pack members filled both sides, their faces bright with excitement and pride. As Briana and I walked side by side down the carpet, the soft murmur of the crowd followed us—wishes of good fortune, blessings for our future, and the occasional cheer that made Briana’s smile widen.