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The moon hung heavy in the sky, its pale light casting silver shadows across the clearing. Zelayah stood in silence, the forest breathing around her like a living thing. Tonight wasn't just another gathering-it was the ceremony that would redefine her connection to the pack and to herself.
Her gown was deep sapphire, flowing like liquid under the