The High Priestess cleared her throat, her lilting voice echoing in the stillness of the night. The wedding ceremony began, moon-blessed vows echoing through the courtyard as witnesses from the Moonbeam Pack and Moonborn Pack looked on. My father’s face beamed with satisfaction and triumph.

“Do you, Alpha Azriel of the Moonborn Pack, take Rhiannon, daughter of Alpha Dorian of the Moonbeam Pack, as your wife and Luna?”

“I do,” he breathed with a smile.

I turned to him. I glanced at the High Priestess once. My breath became ragged as I stared at Alpha Azriel. “Do you, Rhiannon, daughter of Alpha Dorian of the Moonbeam Pack, take Alpha Azriel...