George's POV

The hall was bright and all. I saw familiar faces, they were l smiling at me but all that really mattered at the moment was Wendy.

Wendy. My Luna. My wife.

The elders stood in front of her, their expressions a mixture of both respect and reverence. One of the elders Elder Marcus, cleared his throat. "Wendy Ashton, do you accept this position as Luna, to stand by Alpha George and lead the pack with wisdom and strength?"

Her gaze shifted toward me for a brief second. That smile — soft, knowing — calmed something deep inside me.

"I accept," she said, her voice breaking but it remained...