Chapter 4

The ceremony began at dusk. The new moon rose, marking the hour when werewolf power ran at its purest.

I stood beneath a modest stone archway.

Nearby, Serena's vows had just ended.

Then, a wave of hushed gasps rippled through the back of the chapel.

Wolves turned their heads one after another, and some tensed their shoulders without thinking. It was instinct, the kind that surfaced only when a powerful Alpha drew near.

The side door swung open, and a tall, striking figure stepped through.

Lucas wore a tailored navy suit, his golden hair slightly tousled, but nothing could dull…