Elara:The hall was ready.Candles lined the walls, their flames steady, deliberate. Symbols of union were etched into the stone floor, old and sacred, meant to bind fate and power in one irreversible moment. Wolves filled the space, elders, warriors, allies, every seat taken, every whisper sharp with expectation.Some walked around, drinks in hand. Music, the slaves dancing… everything looked perfect.And yet…He wasn’t here.My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress as I stood beside Luna Isobel, my smile fixed so tightly my jaw ached. Every second that passed felt like a crack spreading through glass.“He should be here by now,” I whispered, leaning closer to her. “This is not… this is not how it’s supposed to go. You and I know what this means. You know that we shouldn’t have done this behind his back, force him to do it.”Luna Isobel didn’t look at me. Her gaze remained fixed on the doors. “Calm yourself. There are people watching you, and you cannot afford to have them looki
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