DEMIEN'S POV
I stepped forward, raising my hands to silence the crowd. “Welcome, everyone,” I began, my voice steady. “I have called you here to witness the truth. To end the whispers, the doubts, and the rumors that have plagued our pack. Today, we perform a Blood Ceremony, the sacred rite, to prove that the child is mine — my son, my heir.”
A hush fell over the crowd. I could see the skepticism on some faces, but also hope on others. They wanted to believe, but they needed to see it with their own eyes.
The Chief Councilor, standing near the front, spoke up, his voice carrying across the clearing. “Will the ancestors watch this ceremony, Alpha?” he asked, his tone cautious.
“Yes,” I replied, meeting his gaze. “The ancestors will watch, and they will know the truth as we do. We have n
