Chapter 613 The Eternal Bond
Landon lowered his head toward the curve of her neck, his nose brushing gently against her skin with the tenderness of a man cradling fragile treasure.
His fangs pierced delicately, injecting the pure force of his alpha power into her veins. A golden wolf- shaped mark slowly bloomed against her skin, radiating with a warm glow.
“Your turn, my mate,” he whispered, voice husky, tilting his head to bare his gland to her.
Tessa rose on her toes. The energy of the White Wolf flowed through her fangs, seeping into his blood. An ice–blue sigil took form at his neck, weaving with the obsidian mark that had long been there, the two flowing together like a living canvas.
When both marks shone in unison, the crystal dais at the altar erupted in light. The ancient pines showered needles in a hushed cascade, as if the Wolf God from above had bent low to give them blessing.
“It is done!” The high priest struck his staff hard against the stone, voice booming. “From this day forth, Tessa is Luna of the Nightshade Pack, and with Alpha Landon she shall share both honor and burden!”
Landon immediately clasped Tessa’s hand, his gaze sweeping across the mountain before thundering out: “Tessa is not only my Luna. She is the brightest light of my life, the comrade who fought by my side! In Nightshade Pack she holds equal power with me; in every decision she has equal voice. She may rule with me if she wishes, or follow her own dreams if she chooses–whether in medicine, or any world she wishes to walk.”
He looked down at her, his voice firm, his eyes full of tender gravity. “She will always be Tessa, unique and unbound. Not chained by the title of Luna, not changed for anyone’s sake. Nightshade Pack is honored by her existence–and I, I am only fortunate to walk at her side.”
Applause and howls erupted like thunder. Warriors struck their staffs to the earth in rhythm, echoing blessings through the pines. Guests rose to their feet, their clapping swelling into cheers that rolled across the mountainside.
Landon pulled her close, his voice trembling low against her ear. “I love you, my mate.”
She clung to him, smiling through tears. “And I love you, my alpha.”
By dusk, flames blazed at the base of the altar.
Wolves circled the bonfire, dancing their war dance with wild joy, drums and howls weaving into a triumphant symphony.
At the altar’s edge, Landon drew her into his side, shielding her from the breeze that brushed her tender mark. His fingers rubbed lightly over the glowing sigil, his voice rough with concern. “Does it still hurt?” He bent, kissing the spot, unable to mask the ache in his heart.
Though he had been as gentle as possible, the moment his fangs pierced her, his palms had still sweated with fear.
Tessa shook her head, resting against his shoulder, eyes on the revelry below. “Look, the Frost wolves are louder than your Nightshade ones.”
By the fire, Frost’s new alpha raised a cup in toast, and warriors of both packs–once locked in bitter enmity -now clasped shoulders and sang the ancient wolf songs together, faces bright in firelight with unguarded laughter.
Nathaniel strode up with a grin, Hudson and Cameron at his side, each holding cups brimming with clear mountain liquor. “Alpha, Luna–this one’s for you!” Nathaniel’s eyes sparkled as he handed them their cups “Brewed from the springs of the sacred mountain. Drink it, and you’ll have good fortune all your lives.
Landon accepted. He and Tessa twined their arms, drinking together.
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