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SIERRA'S POV

The night of the Luna Ceremony was the kind that made even the mountains hold their breath.

Moonlight spilled like fire over the courtyard, turning stone and steel into something holy. Every torch flickered in rhythm with the wind, every banner of the Moonbane Pack rippled under the blue sky. The air hummed with anticipation, with the scent of wolves and something divine.

And somewhere in the middle of it all stood me.

My name, Sierra. The kennel girl. The lowest omega in Moonbane.

I tugged at the hem of the borrowed gown that hung off my back. It was too big, a hand-me-down from one of the Beta’s daughters, yellowed lace, uneven sewing. I’d spent the afternoon scrubbing mud from it just to look halfway decent. It didn’t matter. No amount of scrubbing or praying could hide the truth of what I was.

Still, I stood there among the pack, heart hammering, trying not to fidget, trying not to let my nerves show.

Every year, the ceremony was the same: the priestess would call forth the unmated wolves, the Moon Goddess would reveal Her will, and some lucky she-wolf would walk away chosen by fate. Usually, the mates were Betas or warriors. Never an omega.

But the rules said every unmated wolf must attend. So here I was, a shadow among beauty.

It wasn’t hard. People didn’t see omegas unless they wanted work done. I kept to the back, watching as the Alpha stood at the front of the courtyard.

Isaak.

Our Alpha.

Even from a distance, I could feel the pull of his presence, the commanding power that came with his bloodline. He was tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in a dark ceremonial cloak that caught the light like storm clouds. His hair gleamed black under the moonlight, and his eyes, gods, his eyes, were gray like winter rain. Cold and sharp like his chiselled jawline. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen and every she-wolf in the crowd watched him like he was the moon itself.

He was perfect.

And he was everything I was not.

I’d seen him up close only a few times, passing through the training yard or leading a patrol. I’d never spoken to him. I’d never dared. If he’d noticed me at all, it was only because I was a pest in his way.

Still, a part of me, some foolish, naive part, had always wondered what it might feel like to be noticed.

The priestess’s voice rose, cutting through the night. “On this sacred night, under the gaze of the Moon Goddess, we call upon Her to reveal the bond of fated souls."

The crowd fell silent.

The priestess lifted a bowl of shimmering water, glowing faintly with moonlight, and dipped her fingers into it. One by one, she called the names of the unmated women, marking their foreheads with a touch of silver. Each time, a faint ripple of power moved through the air.

Some women glowed faintly, their destined mates stepping forward with tears and smiles. Others didn’t, and returned to their places with polite disappointment.

And then,

“Sierra of Moonbane.”

My name.

I froze, because definitely I’d heard wrong.

The priestess looked around. “Sierra?”

The crowd turned with her.

Dozens of eyes found me, eyes filled with curiosity and disdain at a lowly omega like me.

I wanted to disappear. I wanted to melt into the shadows and pretend I’d never existed. But the priestess’s gaze softened. “The Goddess calls all,” she said gently.

My legs moved. Each step felt heavier than the last as I walked forward through the parted crowd. When I reached the altar, I knelt. The marble was cold beneath my knees. I kept my head bowed.

The priestess dipped her fingers again into the moonlit water and touched them to my forehead.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then everything did.

Light, pure, silver, blinding, flared around me. It rushed through my chest, my veins, my very soul. My breath caught, and a strange, wild warmth spread through me. My wolf stirred, howling in recognition.

Then I felt it.

The pull.

My head jerked up, and my eyes locked onto him.

Alpha Isaak.

The light between us pulsed, forming a shimmering bond of silver flame that everyone could see.

Gasps rippled through the courtyard.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could feel was the bond, his scent wrapping around me like a storm, his heartbeat echoing in my chest, our wolves wanting to claim eachother. It was intoxicating.

I saw the moment he felt it too. His eyes widened for a heartbeat, his body going rigid as the light flickered across his chest.

And then his expression changed.