AFTER

After the ceremony, the atmosphere around the pack house was electric with excitement and joy. Laughter echoed through the open grounds as pack members mingled, sharing stories and reliving the emotional highs of the day. Lanterns hung from the trees, their soft glow illuminating the faces of those who had come to celebrate the newest member of the Blood Moon Pack.

As the festivities continued, Elena held Luna in her arms, her heart overflowing with love for her daughter. She gazed down at the sleeping infant, a sense of awe washing over her. “Look at her,” she whispered to Damien, who stood beside her, pride radiating from his every pore. “She’s perfect.”

Damien leaned closer, brushing his fingers against Luna’s cheek. “She truly is,” he replied, his voice softening. “I can’t wait to show her the world, to teach her everything I know.”

Elena smiled, imagining all the adventures they would share as a family. The thought of raising Luna together filled her with a warmth she had never k