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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.”

waited so long for this moment–to stand with Tessa before their people, to seal their fate as destined mates, and to brand

studied him through the screen, her lips curving as her fingertip brushed across his image.

The venue is set atop Nightshade’s

heart warmed at the resolve in his eyes. “Good. Then I’ll

at a photograph of the two of them together on her phone screen. Her fingertip traced his face in the picture. The summer night breeze drifted in through the lab window, carrying warmth, as though she could already smell the grass and

Landon returned from

of integration and the parliament inquiry were left in Hudson and Cameron’s hands, their teams. staying behind to ensure Frost pack’s restructuring held

the records of bonding ceremonies across generations of alphas, debating solemnly over which traditions

the sacred mountain, bonfires had been burning for seven nights straight. According to ancient rite, the flames purified the ground before any vow could be spoken. Each dawn, Nathaniel and the elders recited prayers, their voices echoing among the cliffs. From the ancient pines that crowned the mountain, ribbons of every color fluttered, and lilies of the valley–Tessa’s favorite–were laid

own hands. He

dismissed nearly every other responsibility, determined to shape this day with his combed through old manuscripts, noting every stage of the rite the dawn offering, 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 he had

she couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Isn’t it a bit too much?

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