The crowd falls silent, a wave of submission rippling through the gathered wolves. Some drop to their knees, eyes averted, while others struggle against the invisible force emanating from Selene. I watch in awe as her aura pulses, a shimmering curtain of power that washes over even the strongest wolves until they, too, lower their heads in deference.
Even Kellan has his gaze lowered.
Only Lucas stands, unaffected.
Of course. I would never undermine his authority here. Selene sounds way too smug, but I can't blame her. This display of raw power is unlike anything I've ever witnessed, and it's coming from my wolf—from a part of me I'm realizing I took for granted.
Lucas seizes the moment, his voice ringing out clear and authoritative. "Wolves of the Westwood Pack, bear witness. Ava Grey stands before you as your one true Luna. She is my mate, chosen by fate and accepted by me. I demand your loyalty, your respect, and your unwavering support for her."
