TERESA'S P.O.V.
The night of the moon marriage was like stepping into a dream spun from silver and starlight. The entire pack gathered in the ceremonial clearing deep within the woods, where lanterns hung from tree branches, their flickering light casting ethereal shadows. I could feel the weight of thousands of pairs of eyes on me as I stood beside Lucian, his hand firmly clasping mine. His blind gaze was steady, his presence grounding, while I felt like my heart might leap out of my chest at any moment.
Luke and his family were seated on a makeshift bench at the edge of the clearing, their expressions a mix of awe and confusion. My brother, ever the protective hothead, leaned over to whisper something to his wife, probably asking why wolves were howling in perfect harmony as part of the opening rituals.
