The sun had sunk low, casting a golden-rose hue across the Silverblade courtyard as the entire pack gathered for the long-awaited Alpha and Luna Ceremony. Evening settled like a velvet cloak, draping the mountains and towering trees around the pack house in warm, fading light. Lanterns were being lit one by one, a soft dance of amber glow swaying with the whispering breeze. Their flames shimmered like captured stars, illuminating faces filled with pride, hope, and the unspoken weight of change.
The ceremonial stage stood at the courtyard’s center, adorned in forest greenery, white blossoms, and silver ribbons—the traditional colors of leadership and renewal. Fresh pine mingled with the faint sweetness of the flowers, and the air vibrated with pack unity. Anticipation thrummed beneath the
