The mate matching ceremony had always been a celebration, part tradition, part magic, part raucous festival that brought together unmated wolves from every corner of the werewolf world. It was a time for fate to stir, for bonds to form, and for the Moon Goddess to whisper across the veil.
This year, Jax was eighteen. This year, he was part of it.
The celebration was held in the old Montgomery Mansion ballroom, which had been decorated with silver lanterns and beautiful displays of food. The dance floor pulsed with energy and music.
Jax stood near the edge of the crowd, dressed in black and silver, the official colors of Crescent Moon royalty. His blonde hair had grown longer, tied back at the nape of his neck. His blue violet eyes glowed faintly beneath the moonlight, calm and focused.
He was no longer just the band frontman or the miracle pup.
He was a Lycan prince, and tonight, he was here to see if the Moon would choose for him.
