In the quiet hours after sunset, Mason found himself standing at the edge of the forest, gazing up at the moon. Its silvery light filtered through the canopy, casting shadows that danced across the forest floor. He took a deep breath, the crisp night air filling his lungs, grounding him in the present moment.
Tonight was different. The pack had gathered for a solemn ceremony, a ritual of healing and renewal after the recent turmoil. They stood in a circle around a bonfire, its flames flickering in the cool breeze, casting a warm glow on their faces.
King Alpha Tatum stood at the center, his presence commanding respect and reverence. His voice, strong and steady, carried across the clearing as he spoke of unity and resilience. He acknowledged the pain and uncertainty they had all experien
