The full moon bathed the sacred clearing in silver light, turning the ancient stone circle into something almost magical. Hundreds of Steel Pack wolves gathered around the raised platform, their eyes glowing with anticipation. This was no simple ceremony. This was the public claiming—the moment the Alpha fully bound his Luna to him under the Moon Goddess’s gaze.
Faith stood beside Ronan at the center of the circle, wearing a flowing white ceremonial robe that clung to her curves and left her shoulders bare. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, crowned with a wreath of moonflowers. Her heart hammered, but she held her head high.
Ronan looked every inch the Alpha in black ritual robes that barely contained his powerful frame. His storm-gray eyes burned with silver intensity as he looked a
