Days after the tournament it was finally another Mating Ceremony.
The scent of burning herbs mixed with the crisp night air, creating an intoxicating aroma that clung to the back of my throat. The mating ceremony had drawn in werewolves from all over our pack—pack Elders, warriors, and even Omegas, all here for one purpose. To find their mate. To complete the bond that would tie them together for life.
I watched from a distance, my expression carefully composed.
Around me, werewolves whispered in hushed, eager voices. Excitement crackled in the air as couples—some newly mated, some already bound—embraced, their instincts pulling them toward one another like gravity. Some pairs had already found each other in the past and were merely here to make it official, to solidify their union in front of the Moon Goddess and their pack. Others were still waiting—waiting for that moment when fate would sink its claws into them and change their lives forever.
But I… I felt nothing.
