Zaid
With our wedding done, Ember and I take a deep breath before turning to face Marv and Cynthia. My aunt and uncle make their way down the aisle, each carrying the crowns Ember and I will wear. They approach us, their matching navy dress and navy suit contrasting against the white clothes Ember and I wear.
“Prince Zaid. Princess Ember,” Cynthia calls out, her face a blank mask.
“Kneel before us as you shed your former identities to become the Alpha King and Luna Queen,” Marv continues.
Everything inside me screams to fight back and stand my ground, but this has been part of the ceremony for hundreds of years, a way for the supreme rules to face a final humility before ruling all of wolfkind.
With a silent battle of will, I slowly kneel before my aunt and uncle as Ember does the sam
