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A Night of New BeginningsNyra's POVThe air inside Draven's room felt warm and thick. Soft yellow lights danced on the walls, making long shadows move across the stone. This room should have felt weird to me. It was not mine. But something about me being here with him does not feel right in a way that I can explain.He closed the door behind us. The soft click made noise in the quiet room. The silence that came after seemed alive somehow. I could feel it in my chest.I had changed out of my heavy wedding dress hours ago. Now I wore a simple silk dress that moved with me when I walked. Draven had taken off his fancy Alpha clothes too. But even in normal clothes, he still looked like a man who carried heavy things on his shoulders. And me? I was not sure what I looked like to him now.His wife? His Luna? A woman who still did not know what to think about the man standing just a few steps away?He did not try to fill the quiet right away. Draven never rushed when things mattered. That m

Draven's POVThe hall was quiet now. Most people had gone, they were going back to their rooms or standing around in small groups, talking gently. One could still feel the good mood of the party in the atmosphere, but it was now gentle and calm.I stood by the big doorway that led outside, just watching them.Nyra and Auren were sitting together on the stone bench under the moon-flowers. She had taken off that long part of her dress from the ceremony.Her shoes were kicked off to one side, and she leaned on Auren, laughing quietly at what he was saying. The little guy's legs were swinging to the front and back as he was telling me one of his stories, the type that only a six-year-old thinks makes sense. This one was about a squirrel he saw earlier and how it "winked at him."She was really paying attention to him and listening to every word he said. Really listened to him, as if what he said was the most important thing ever. Like he mattered. Like what he thought was worth hearing.A

Nyra’s POVThe world quieted the moment the grand hall doors closed behind me.For a fleeting heartbeat, everything else ceased to exist. No past. No threats. No lingering shadows of fire or betrayal. Just now. Just this moment. The soft rustle of silk beneath my steps. The warmth of golden light pouring through the stained-glass windows. The low hum of awe and reverence in the air.And Auren.He stood beneath the towering moonstone arch, shoulders squared in ceremonial black and silver. A golden sash crossed his chest, the mark of the Alpha Heir, but his gaze was all for me, unwavering, soft, and wide with the kind of wonder that made something in me tremble.There was no music, no grand announcement, and yet every soul in the room held their breath. My gown shimmered like starlight, custom-stitched with woven moon-thread and ancient sigils stitched by hand; Lydia had made sure of it. The silver veil that trailed behind me glinted with intricate beadwork, a map of constellations and

Nyra’s POV The sky was still painted in shades of lavender when I opened my eyes.The room smelled faintly of roses, cinnamon, and something sweet and grounding, Lydia was doing. I blinked against the gentle light filtering in from the half-drawn curtains and listened. For a moment, the world felt still.Today was the day.The final fittings started just after sunrise. The moment I stepped into the room prepared for me, Lydia and three women from Crescent Moon’s best tailoring coven descended with careful hands, soft smiles, and delicate pins. They spoke in hushed tones, weaving silks and symbols around me, all layered with old magic and protective blessings.Lydia, as usual, was a whirlwind of energy and quiet command.“Oh, you’ll break hearts today, Nyra,” she beamed, fastening the delicate white gold embroidery across the bodice. “Even the moon might weep with envy.”I gave her a look, but she only laughed and spun me around so the seamstress could cinch the waist tighter.The fab

Nyra’s POVThe final fitting was supposed to be quick. A simple check to make sure everything was perfect for the coronation tomorrow. The seamstress, older and soft-spoken, had just smiled gently as she guided me behind the fold of thick curtains. I didn’t suspect anything. Not then.But then the needle never touched the fabric.A hand clamped over my mouth, and darkness rushed around me like something, no, someone, blindfolded me. I kicked back, instinct bristling, but I never got the chance to land a blow. Whoever it was moved fast. Silently. Too precisely. I didn’t smell danger, oddly enough. Just pine and warmth. Familiar.But fear clawed its way through my chest anyway.Not again. Not like before.They didn’t speak. Just guided me, firm but not cruel. I heard the rustle of trees, felt leaves brushing my arms. We were outside. Dread swelled inside me like a rising tide.I wanted to scream. To tear off the blindfold. But I didn’t. Because somehow, deep in my bones, I knew I wasn’t

Nyra’s POVMy head was spinning from all the political wrangling and preparation that took place during the remainder of the day. I had a series of well-planned meetings with visiting allies, including pack leaders with sharp eyes and grizzled features, envoys with sealed letters from far-off places, and old acquaintances whose presence was reassuring and a reminder of how much had changed.They all brought presents, well-wishes, and silk-wrapped good intentions.A silver blade from the mountain packs, blessed moonstone jewelry from the coastal territories, rare herbs for protection and strength. And behind each smile, each embrace, each carefully worded compliment, there were questions threading through every conversation like poison through wine. How stable is your reign? What threats still linger in the shadows? Is the Crescent Moon ready to rise again, or are we witnessing the beginning of another fall?Some came with more than just polite curiosity. Just after noon, the High P