The celebration was in full bloom.
Music drifted across the courtyard—soft drums, harmonizing flutes, and the distant hum of wolves sharing laughter, victory, and relief after months of uncertainty. The newly recognized Alpha and Luna of Silverblade moved through their people like twin beacons. Calvin’s aura—though not born from alpha blood—had transformed entirely. And Roselyn’s natural alpha blood glowed beside him, bonding with his own spirit until their combined presence radiated like a rising moon.
Luna Elaine felt it clearly: a steady pulse of power, warm and unified. Calvin, once gentle and calm, now carried a quiet weight behind his steps—purpose, strength, certainty. Roselyn anchored him, and he illuminated her. Together, they walked with effortless harmony.
“Mommy,” Nathan sud
