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Chapter 29

Author: Cherish
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-30 05:00:39

This was it, the moment I had been dreading all morning, the moment that could determine my future with my mate.

We stood in an open space outside the pack house. The wolves here liked to embrace their nature, which included open space, unlike my pretentious pack.

Amaya stood beside me with her hands behind her back and her badass icy glare on, not paying any mind to all the curious and malicious stares she was receiving. I, on the other hand, was holding up pretty nicely after Amaya had yelled my ears off for acting like a “coward”. She reminded me of who I was and what I had been through, told me that if I could survive our pack then I could survive "a crowd of wolves who are probably cowards," her words. So here I was, standing with my head held high and my heartbeat leveled. I didn’t feel the least bit intimidated.

Ciro cleared his throat to gain the attention of the crowd. Their chatter stopped and they all turned their attention to him.

“It’s been exactly three weeks sinc
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