CELEBRATION

The soft hum of music floated through the grand hall of the pack house, mingling with the warmth of laughter and conversation. The pack had gathered to celebrate a deeply honored tradition, one that symbolized hope, life, and the future of the pack. this time, for Elena and her unborn child. It was an ancient rite, one that had been passed down through generations. Every Luna had been honored with it, including Mrs. Lauren many years ago when she was carrying Damien.

The party was more intimate than usual, made up of only the closest pack members, a handful of elders, and those who were loyal beyond question. The hall was decorated with garlands of white and silver, symbols of purity and the moon goddess’s blessing. It was a happy, joyful occasion, though the air carried an undercurrent of quiet tension, the knowledge of who Elena truly was adding a sense of gravity to the event.

Elena, glowing with the soft radiance of pregnancy, sat at the center of the gathering on a plush chair ad