Damian's POVThe bonfire is already crackling to life as the sun sets.Torches flicker around the clearing, their golden flames contrasting with the deepening twilight. The pack house stands proudly behind us, finally completed, its windows shimmering with warmth. The crowd gathers, filled with laughter and chatter, everyone carrying food and drinks. They’ve been anticipating this moment for a while now. So have we.Selena’s next to me, her hand in mine, her gaze fixed on the flames. She’s in this simple white dress, her hair flowing freely, cheeks slightly flushed. She looks radiant—maybe even glowing.I give her hand a gentle squeeze. “Ready?”She meets my eyes, a hint of nervousness there. “Ready.”I step up onto the platform, and the chatter dies down, faces turning toward us, eager.“Tonight, we celebrate.” My voice resonates across the clearing. “We’ve rebuilt, healed, faced loss, and found each other again.” I reach for Selena, drawing her beside me. “And tonight, I want to shar
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