THIRD PERSON POVThe day of the mating ceremony arrived with a clear sky. From the earliest light, the grounds of Black Moon Territory had begun to fill. Packs arrived from far and wide—The Ironwood, Starfall, Ember Hollow, and even small clans from the northern ridges, each bringing gifts made of woven blankets, carved totems, casks of spiced mead, and baskets of rare herbs. Banners of silver and crimson snapped in the breeze above the great oak at the center of the clearing. Lanterns hung from every branch, unlit for now since it was still morning, but promising to glow like stars when night fell. Tables groaned under the weight of roasted boar, venison haunches, loaves studded with rosemary and sea salt, honey-glazed figs, and pitchers of elderflower wine. The packs' children darted between legs, shrieking with excitement, while elders stood in quiet clusters, discussing blessings for the union.Yet beneath the celebration ran a current of anticipation that had little to do with
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