Alpha
At the center of the sacred clearing stood Luna and Kael, poised for the ancient Bond Ritual—a ceremony no Alpha had invoked in centuries.
Luna stood regal in a gown of silver and midnight blue, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her skin shimmered faintly, traced with runes painted in molten gold. Kael stood opposite her, bare-chested, his body adorned with markings symbolizing strength, loyalty, and desire.
The Elder began the chant, low and deep, a cadence that stirred the magic in the air. The pack encircled them, their eyes wide, breaths held. The ritual wasn’t just a union—it was a claiming, a binding of souls through power, desire, and will.
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