*Xamara*

I stand in the center of my bedchamber, trying to catch my breath, wearing my white silk wedding gown that glows like mist on the river. I am Luna of Moonfang, bride of Blackwater, joiner of two packs to make Blackfang, and in a few moments, I will walk toward the future I once thought I’d never have.

Behind me, the room rustles with movement and laughter. Willow twirls in her long green gown, her red hair blazing like autumn leaves set against spring. She pins a curl behind her ear and grins at her reflection, all bright energy and enthusiastic charm.

“You look stunning,” Ivy tells Willow. “Like...