Bruce's POV

The estate clearing looked like something out of old history, ringed with torches that cast dancing shadows across two hundred faces. My pack. They had traveled from distant territories to witness this moment and their faith in Beverly humbled me more than I could express. The full moon hung overhead like a witness.

Beverly came from the main house wearing a traditional Luna white and the sight of her stole my breath. The dress flowed around her like water, simple but somehow ...