The Alpha's chosen One
Ancient symbols spiral briefly in the air before sinking into us, sealing something older than any pack law.
“Let it be known,” the Moon Goddess says, her voice resonating through bone and soul, “Liam is Alpha not by conquest, but by worth. Selene is his mate not by command, but by choice.”
The light spreads across the territory, flowing through every wolf like a blessing.
Fear dissolves.
Anger fades.
Old wounds close.
When the glow finally recedes, the sun returns, bright and warm. The Goddess is gone.
But her judgment remains.
For a heartbeat, no one moves.
Bab Populer