CHAPTER 16

(ORION’S POV)

As I ventured deeper into the pine forest, the familiar tranquility of the glade beckoned me. Moonlight filtered through the thick canopy, painting ethereal patterns on the lush greenery below. The air was thick with the sweet scent of wildflowers, enveloping the glade in an otherworldly calm.

But tonight was different. Tonight, the peace of the enchanted glade was disrupted. Behind the tangle of vegetation and ancient ruins, a weathered stone square lay exposed, hinting at secrets long forgotten. Bathed in the gentle glow of the crescent moon, I stood at the edge of the clearing, witnessing something extraordinary unfold before me—a werewolf wedding ceremony.

The sky, laden with heavy clouds, seemed to echo the solemnity of the occasion. The shaman, a figure reminiscent of a priest in more conventional rites, chanted ancient invocations, invoking the very essence of the forest itself. Torchlight cast elongated shadows across the clearing and the crumbling ruins, shroudi