The ceremony was set for the following night.

Full moon.

The sacred clearing at Moonfall, a waterfall thirty minutes outside New Haven where the water ran silver under moonlight, the old wolves said the Moon Goddess herself once walked.

Valtherion handled logistics.

I handled panic.

"Stop fidgeting," Ariana said, swatting my hand away from the neckline of my dress for the fourth time. "You look perfect."

We were in the compound's largest room, which Lindsey and Zoe had transformed into a makeshift dressing suite.

Flowers. Candles.

A full-length mirror that I was actively avoiding.

The dress was silver-white.

Floor-length silk that caught light like water, cut close to the body,...