Weeks had passed since that powerful moonlit run, and the mate bond between Alex Jr. and Elara had grown deep and unbreakable. They had chosen each other fully, ignoring the last whispers of old politics. Both packs watched with cautious approval at first, but it quickly turned warm as the two of them proved their strength and love again and again. Joint trainings became smoother. Shared runs under the moon brought smiles instead of tension. Everything felt right.
One quiet evening after a long day of training, they slipped away together. The sun had just set, and the nearly full moon hung low in the sky, pulling at their wolves with sweet insistence. Alex Jr. led Elara to a private cabin deep in Avila territory—one tucked among the trees with a big stone fireplace and a soft, wide bed. I
