The morning of our mating ceremony arrived clear and bright.Silvercrest’s moon garden stood above the valley, surrounded by white pines and winter roses. Silver ribbons marked the aisle, and sunlight reflected from the frozen lake.I walked to the garden entrance on my own.Elias waited beneath an arch carved with the Silvercrest crest. From the moment I appeared, his attention never left me.When I reached him, he took my hand. His warm, steady touch settled the last trace of tension in my chest.The pack priest asked us to face each other before the moonstone altar.Elias kept his vow simple.“Mara, I will never make you guess where you stand with me. If you feel uncertain, ask me. If I hurt you, tell me, and I will listen.”His fingers tightened gently around mine.“You will never have to prove that you deserve my love by showing me how much pain you can endure.”The garden fell quiet.For six years, Kieran had treated my needs as flaws he could train out of me. He wanted me to ask
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