Alpha's Cursed Bride
Banners hung from the rafters: silver wolf on black for Moonshadow, gold claw on rust for Ironclaw, and the new banner we’d raised last year—a silver flame on deep blue, symbol of the light that had healed the world.
The children waited at the high table. Rowan stood tall, his silver-grey coat shimmering even in human form, red eyes steady. Lyra beside him, dark curls tamed for once, her smile sharp. Elara, silver-eyed and gentle, her healing light a soft glow around her fingers. Kael, all restless energy, red eyes flashing with excitement.
They bowed as we approached—not deep, not formal, but respectful. The pack followed, a wave of lowered heads.
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