"What's that noise?" Timothee turned his head.
"It'd be wise to investigate it first," I sighed and gently stroked Prily's shoulder. "Keep resting, my dear. We don't have enough evidence to probe further."
"If I may ask, what exactly occurred? Has someone attacking the Silver Armor once more?" Prily inquired, looking up.
I shook my head. "Yes, dear. It seems like we're being targeted once again. But let's not jump to conclusions just yet."
"Dave was injured because of the intruder's attack. So I asked you, because Dave saw the intruder wearing a sheep's wool cloak." Timothee said, his expression deep in thought.
"So, we're concluding that the intruder aimed to blend in as a member of Silver Armor?" Prily's eyebrows knitted together in thought.
"It's highly possible," Timothee nodded. "But we can't be too certain yet. We need to gather more information."
"Even if it's true, why are they coming after us again?" Prily inquired. "I couldn't even manage to escape because-" She halted abruptly, casting a glance at her ankle, which was blistered and reddened. It was only then that I noticed it too. I was taken aback.
"Prily? What happened?" I asked, moving closer to examine her ankle.
"It's a blister from slipping on the training ground, Luna. It's nothing serious, but it's limiting my movement and, obviously, I can't run as fast," Prily explained.
I frowned, feeling a stab of guilt. Prily had been pushing herself so hard in the past few weeks to improve her skills and it seemed like she was paying the price for it now. I knew how much she wanted to prove herself as a valuable member of our team and this injury would only hinder her progress.
"I'm sorry, Prily. I should've noticed earlier and stopped you from training so hard," I apologized, feeling a pang of regret for not paying closer attention to her well-being.
"It's not your fault, Luna. I wanted this just as much as you do. But we'll have to come up with a new plan now that I can't run," Prily said determinedly, refusing to let her injury defeat her.
"Hey... it's okay I'll make you took some rest. You can learn other knowledge. You are an important member of our team, even without running," I reassured her with a smile.
Prily smiled back gratefully and we both started brainstorming different strategies that would work for her even with the injury.
After instructing Prily to return to bed, we promptly ventured outside in search of the noise's origin.
"Good heavens, why have there been so many peculiar occurrences lately?" Timothee placed both hands on his hips and spat casually.
"It appears someone is testing your perceptiveness, Timmy," I murmured, folding my arms across my chest.
"If that's their intention, it seems they're actively seeking their demise," Timothee strode ahead of me, while I followed, cupping my chin in my hands, perplexed by the situation.
"But it's also possible there's a spy among us."
"I'd rather not dwell on it any further. Let's rest, for tomorrow promises to be a joyous day," Timothee shrugged and continued walking.
As the days unfolded, the mating events in our quaint village intensified. Shadows danced where there should be none, and whispers echoed through the ancient alleyways. Timothee and I, ever vigilant, exchanged knowing glances. Our instincts told us that something far more intimate was at play.
Under the moon's veiled gaze, we stepped onto the dew-kissed path—a winding ribbon of earth that whispered secrets to the stars. The officiant, cloaked in ancient wisdom, led us toward the heart of the forest, where gnarled oaks stood sentinel.
Silence enveloped us, a sacred shroud woven from the threads of anticipation. No words dared breach the sanctity of this moment. Instead, the rustle of leaves became our hymn, and the distant owl's called our benediction.
The officiant raised their hands, palms upturned like ancient parchments.
Their voice, a timeworn melody, resonated through the ancient boughs. "Here, beneath the celestial canopy, you shall pledge your souls."
Timothee's eyes sought mine—a universe of promises unspoken. His fingers trembled as he reached for my hand, and I, too, felt the weight of eternity settle upon us.
The officiant's gaze bore into our very essence. "Will you honor the dance of seasons, the ebb and flow of tides? Will you be the sun and moon for each other, casting light upon shadows?"
Timothee's voice, raw and unyielding, echoed through the forest. "I shall be your compass, guiding you through tempests and tranquil seas."
My heart swelled, and I answered, "And I shall be your anchor, grounding you when storms threaten to sweep you away."
The officiant's eyes crinkled, as if glimpsing secrets etched in constellations. "Then, by the ancient oaths, I bind your fates. Your love shall be the loom upon which destiny weaves its tapestry. Please exchange promises before the guess and the witness of the sacred event tonight."
"I, Lycan Timothee Hemsworth from Silver armor forest accepting you to be my Luna, and my wife, and a mom from our twins." Timothee said that loudly while squeezing my hand.
The Officiant immediately looked into my eyes. "What about you, Luna?"
"I, Hybrid of the Moon Glazed Pack accept you as my Lycan and mate. I promise to stand by your side, through the good and the bad, as we build our future together." I said with a smile.
As soon as I finished speaking, there was a loud howl that filled the air. It was our pack showing their approval and support for this union.
Timothee grinned at me, his eyes shining with love and happiness.
And so, we stepped into the sacred circle—a threshold between realms. The officiant's hands traced invisible sigils, and the forest held its breath.
The air shimmered, and I felt the pulse of ages—the heartbeat of all lovers who had stood here before.
Timothee's lips brushed my forehead, and his whispered vow became stardust: "In this moonless night, I pledge my soul to yours, across lifetimes and realms."
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the unseen currents. "And I, Timmy, bind my heart to yours, beyond the veil of stars."
The officiant's final words hung like dewdrops on morning petals. "Then, by earth and sky, by roots and wings, you are wed."
"The marriage will never be legitimate!" a thunderous voice accompanied by a sharp glare made the guests reluctantly step aside.