‘You are loved,’ I told her through the bond.
She shook her head slightly, overwhelmed.
Her fingers tightened around mine.
Then I lifted the chalice and drank.
The bond hit like a storm.
Not between me and Aria.
That bond was already a living thing in my blood, ancient and feral and sacred.
This was different.
This was Greenwood rushing through me with her at the center of it.
The pack accepting her.
The pack loving her.
The pack recognizing what I had known from the first breath.
Luna.
Mine.
Ours.
Home.
My knees almost gave out.
I locked them at the last second, because if I collapsed during this ceremony, dad would never let me live. Neither would Owen. Ella would probably make a drawing of it and hang it in the dining room.
Still, my hand shook when I lowered the chali
