**Gaia’s POV**

The sacred grove bloomed under the full moon’s silver glow, transformed into a living tapestry of white roses and golden lanterns. Thousands of them floated in the air, enchanted by the pack’s elders to drift like stars brought down to earth. The ancient stone circle at the center pulsed with faint magic, runes etched into the ground centuries ago now shimmering with ethereal light. Rose Heart’s entire pack gathered in concentric rings around the grove—nobles ...