The moon rose like it had been waiting for them.

Silver light poured over the clearing, softening everything it touched, flowers tucked into chairs, string lights twinkling in the trees, the quiet shimmer of anticipation in the eyes of every pack member gathered.

It wasn’t grand. It wasn’t staged. It was perfect.

Celeste stood at the end of the aisle, her dress catching the moonlight just enough to glow. The moonstone embroidery shimmered subtly at the hem. No feathers. No glitter. Just ...