Kade's pov The pack organized a celebration two nights before the wedding, half formal tradition, half excuse for everyone to finally relax after months of relentless danger and tension, and I found myself roped into far more toasts than I felt remotely qualified to give, Jace shoving a fresh drink into my hand every time I so much as paused for breath. "To Mira and Alder," Austin announced, raising his glass high as the bonfire crackled warmly against the cool evening air, "who somehow survived everything this past year threw at them, and came out the other side stronger for it." The gathered crowd cheered enthusiastically, and I raised my own glass, genuine warmth swelling in my chest despite the old, familiar ache that still occasionally flickered beneath the surface of my happiness for them both. Sera found me shortly after, settling comfortably beside me near the fire, two drinks balanced carefully in her hands. "Big night," she observed, handing one over. "Feels strange," I
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