One Year LaterThe Bloodwood had grown green again. No longer called The Bloodwood, it was renamed The Greenwood. In the soft light of dusk, its leaves shimmered faintly silver, catching the last breath of the moon. Where once the ground burned red, wildflowers now tangled through soft moss. The air was warm, sweet with the scent of pine and rain.Lira adjusted the crown of pale blossoms in her hair, laughing as Eastin fumbled beside her. His fingers, steady in battle, were hopeless with ribbon.“Stop trying to make it perfect,” she teased.He grinned, a little sheepish. “I’m Alpha. It’s supposed to look regal.”“It’s supposed to look us,” she said, tilting her head. “And we’ve never been perfect.”Eastin laughed softly, then took her hands. “Then let’s just be real.”As the pack gathered beneath the silver canopy, the ceremony began—not with vows or divine blessing, but with the howl of the pack. A song of unity. Renewal. Forgiveness. When it faded, Eastin and Lira pressed their for
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