The Moon's Forgotten Bride
The clearing had been prepared with the same careful formality as a wedding, which felt, to Elira, like the cruelest possible detail. White stones marked a wide circle at the center of the training grounds, council representatives from three territories seated along its edge, Thornveil's entire pack gathered in a dense ring behind them, and above it all, a moon just short of full, watching the way it always seemed to now, patient and unreadable.