The Avila mansion buzzed with quiet excitement as Claire and Xander began planning their second wedding. This time, they wanted something more intimate — focused purely on their love rather than pack expectations or grand displays. Yet the subtle pressure from the pack was still there, lingering in the air like an unspoken weight.
Claire sat at the large oak table in the planning room, surrounded by fabric swatches, flower catalogs, and seating charts. Her hand trembled slightly as she flipped through a binder of venue options. The elders had already suggested traditional pack rituals. Warriors had mentioned security concerns. Even some well-meaning pack members dropped hints about making it “worthy of a Luna.”
“I feel overwhelmed,” Claire admitted one afternoon, rubbing her temples. “I
