“That’s her…”

“The human…”

“She really passed the trials?”

“The one with the hybrid child…”

Alpha Gideon stood at the altar, his expression unreadable, dressed in ceremonial black. His gaze met hers briefly, and he gave her a small nod.

You are not alone, that look said.

Elder Mira stood near the front row, her sharp eyes tracking Desiree’s every movement. Her expression was unreadable, but her presence alone demanded attention.

When Desiree reached the center ...