Chapter 60. A Luna Worthy of Celebration

“Absolutely not!”

Serena’s voice cracked across the clearing like a whip. She stood planted in the center of camp, hands on her hips, and eyes ablaze with righteous indignation. Her stance dared anyone—Alpha or not—to challenge her.

“You are our Luna,” she declared, glaring down at Mira with the stubborn fire of a warrior who’d survived both battlefields and broken hearts. “You are not sneaking into the bond like a pair of guilty teenagers eloping in the dark. There will be a ceremony. A proper one!”

Mira blinked at her, cheeks still pale despite the steady return of her strength. Wrapped in a simple linen cloak, she sat beneath the shade of Kaelen’s tent, legs curled beneath her as she cradled a cup of tea Eleanor had brewed herself. She’d insisted, with more patience than she felt, that she didn’t need pageantry. Not garlands. Not candles. Certainly not the silver-threaded gown Serena had somehow sourced in the dead of night.

“I just want him,” Mira had sai