Aurora POV

On the night of the ceremony, the moon was full and bright.

The King's great hall was packed with Alphas and representatives from every prominent tribe. Hundreds of wolves dressed in formal attire. The air hummed with power and politics.

I stood at the front beside Gray, wearing a white ceremonial dress that Mother Elara had made. Silver thread was woven through the fabric, catching the moonlight.

The King raised his hand. The hall fell silent.

"Tonight," the King announced, "we ...