Luna Lyra
I promised, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before stepping out into the bustling corridor.
The compound was alive with activity. Omegas darted back and forth, carrying decorations, trays of food, and other supplies. I paused for a moment to take it all in, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. This ceremony was more than just a gathering; it was a testament to the unity and strength of our packs. It was also a show of love from my husband to me and our son.
“Luna!” An omega’s voice called out, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Miriam, a young omega with wide, anxious eyes, clutching a bundle of silver ribbons. “We’re running low on these. Should I send someone to fetch more?”