Percy's POV
The sight of Henderson emerging from the packhouse steals every coherent thought from my mind. Deryl and Aaron flank me on the ceremonial platform, but my attention belongs entirely to the woman who will soon bind herself to me in the final ritual of our union. Tonight, my pack will pledge their allegiance to both their Alpha and their new Luna, while Aaron oversees the ancient rites that will cement Henderson's place at my side.
Coco outdid herself with the decorations. Golden fabric cascades around the artificial turf, creating an ethereal canopy overhead. Twinkling lights weave through cascading flowers, transforming our makeshift ceremony space into something magical enough for my extraordinary mate.
Henderson moves toward me in an emerald dress that flows like liquid silk to her ankles. The elegant design speaks to her refined nature - no revealing cuts or attention-seeking elements, just pure sophistication that mirrors her character perfectly.
