Chapter One Hundred And Nineteen: The Bonding of the Alpha and His Luna

The night of the ceremony arrived with the brilliance of a thousand torches. The courtyard of Wolfe Keep, vast enough to hold an army, was transformed into a sanctum of celebration. Braziers burned with resinous flame, their smoke curling into the sky like offerings to the gods. Wolves prowled at the edges of the gathering, their silver eyes gleaming as if they too bore witness to something sacred.

The Highland clans had come—warriors, elders, children with garlands of mountain flowers in their hair. From the farthest peaks to the river valleys, every loyal heart had answered the Alpha’s call. Tonight, history would not merely be told. Tonight, it would be lived.

At the center of the courtyard rose a stone dais, carved centuries ago for such rites. Upon it lay a basin of pure silver, brimming with water drawn from the Moon’s Spring—the holiest source in the Highlands. Around it, runes glowed faintly, etched with the blood of Alphas past.

The chants began low, a thrum of voices and dru