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r 610 The Ceremony Approaches

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The reorganization of Yalvaria’s Frost pack was finally complete. A new leadership council had submitted its reform plan to the International Wolf Alliance, while the Yalvaria parliament, disgraced for shielding traitors, was under full investigation. Several long–standing lawmakers had already resigned in shame.

That evening, after finishing her shift at the medical organization, Tessa’s phone lit up. Landon’s video call came through.

On the screen, he stood upon the terrace of what had once been Frost pack’s castle, now claimed as Nightshade territory. Behind him, a thousand stars glittered over the night sky. His eyes shone with something even brighter–expectation.

“It’s done,” he said, his voice steady yet tinged with joy. “Everything here is wrapped up. Our bonding ceremony… it can finally begin.”

as destined mates, and to brand his alpha’s mark on

the screen, her lips curving as her fingertip brushed across his

the ceremony. The venue is set atop Nightshade’s sacred mountain, and the Alliance

his eyes. “Good. Then

the picture. The summer night breeze drifted in through the lab window, carrying warmth, as though she could already smell the grass and flowers that would blanket

days later, Landon returned from

ensure Frost pack’s restructuring held firm. Landon, freed from those chains,

already gathered at the castle, holding the records of bonding ceremonies across generations of alphas, debating solemnly over which traditions

their voices echoing among the cliffs. From the ancient

own hands. He

the noon witness of the elders, and at last, the twilight exchange of marks. Each step was written on parchment with meticulous notes–and beside them, small wolf paw sketches

softly. “Isn’t

The Ceremony

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