Third Person POV

The sun rose over the pack territory like a molten crown, spilling golden light across the dense forest and the sprawling pack house below.

Birds chirped as if they were celebrating the rare tranquility that had finally settled over the pack.

The breeze carried the scent of pine and earth, mingling with the faint tang of wolf musk from the pack grounds.

Alpha Gregory stood on the balcony, arms crossed, surveying the grounds with the sharp intensity that had earned him respect and fear among the pack members.

Beside him, Stephanie adjusted the folds of her gown, her eyes scanning the horizon with a quiet sense of...