The Sacred Clearing was alive with anticipation under the full moon.
Hundreds of Dark Moon wolves had gathered for what Kylian had promised would be a historic announcement. Torches flickered around the wide stone circle, casting dancing shadows on faces filled with curiosity and hope. Rachel stood beside him near the central altar, her hand resting protectively over her rounded belly. The pregnancy was now clearly visible, and many in the pack had begun to accept it as a symbol of the alliance.
Kylian held her hand openly, his thumb brushing slow, reassuring circles over her knuckles. He looked strong and commanding in the firelight, but Rachel could see the softness in his eyes when he glanced at her. The pack had grown more accepting in recent weeks. The whispers had quieted. Tonight
