Nadia’s POV:

One week.

That was all it took for my life to become completely unrecognizable.

A week ago, I was running for my life through a thunderstorm, hunted and alone. Now, I stood in front of a full-length mirror, dressed in pure white, with an entire pack waiting outside to witness my mating ceremony.

It still felt like a dream.

“Elira,” I whispered, my fingers trembling as I smoothed the fabric of my gown. “Is this really happening?”

Behind me, Elira smiled, adjusting the delicate veil on my shoulders. “It is, my Luna,” she answered softly. “And the pack has waited decades for this moment.”

“Luna Nadia,” I breathed,...