Chapter 55

[Clara's pov]

The moon's glow bathed the pack territory in a silvery embrace, casting a magical aura that left us all in awe. We gathered near the forest's edge, immersed in the ethereal beauty of the full moon—a night when the pack's werewolf heritage surged with power.

Alastair stood at the center, his presence both commanding and protective. When his eyes met mine, a rush of love swept through me. He was my alpha, my protector, and he had captured my heart from the day we met.

"Tonight, we embrace the gift of our heritage," Alastair spoke, his voice filled with pride and tradition. "Let the moon's light flow through you, my pack. Feel the strength coursing in your veins."

As the moon reached its peak, the pack members began to shift, transforming into their majestic wolf forms. I watched in wonder as each wolf embraced their primal instincts, moving gracefully under the moon's watchful gaze.

I chose to stay in my human form, wanting to cherish this moment and witness the magic unfo