The Baseline representatives stop smirking. Their faces pale as they realize their trap has failed.
I reach the altar. Kade takes my right hand, his grip firm, warm, and entirely real. He doesn't look at the dampeners. He doesn't look at the Baseline reps. He looks only at me.
The officiant, Elder Corin, steps forward. His amber eyes are bright, his expression solemn.
"We are gathered here today," Corin begins, his physical voice echoing across the silent courtyard, "to witness the union of the Alpha and the Luna. Not just as a mating, but as a bridge between two worlds."
I squeeze Kade’s hand. The pain in my shoulder is blinding, but I hide it. I focus on the warmth of his skin, the steady, rhythmic thud of his pulse against my palm.
"Do you, Kade Blackthorn," Corin says, "take Isla
