Chapter 27
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I lie in bed, savoring the quiet. The past two days since Kieran and I kissed have been a gentle exploration—shared meals, forest walks, late-night conversations. Each moment builds trust and deepens our connection.
He's been patient, never pushing for more than I'm ready to give. His kisses range from achingly tender to passionately intense, but always with a careful restraint that tells me he's letting me set the pace.
A knock at my door breaks my reverie. "Come in," I call, expecting Thea with her usual morning coffee.
Instead, Kieran enters, carrying a small tray with coffee and pastries. "Morning," he says, his smile warming me from within. "Thought you might like breakfast in bed today."
I sit up, suddenly conscious of my sleep-tousled hair and bare face. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to." He sets the tray on the bedside table, then leans down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. "Big day."
"Nervous?" I ask, making room for him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Should I be?" There's a hint of uncertainty beneath his teasing tone.
I take his hand, threading our fingers together. "No. I'm sure about this."
We eat breakfast together, discussing the day ahead. The ceremony will take place at sunset in the great room, followed by a celebration that will likely last well into the night.
"There's a tradition," Kieran says as he pours more coffee. "Before the ceremony, the joining wolf spends time in solitude, reflecting on their decision."
"Like meditation?"
He nods. "Something like that. A few hours to center yourself, to be sure this is what you want."
"It is," I assure him again.
His smile is warm. "I know. But the tradition is important. It honors the significance of the choice you're making."
After breakfast, he leaves me with a lingering kiss and instructions to meet him in the great room at sunset.
I contemplate how far I've come since fleeing Marcus. That broken, fearful woman barely resembles who I'm becoming—stronger, more confident, learning to trust again.
The pack has become family in ways I never knew with Marcus's wolves. There, I was merely tolerated, feared and resented. Here, I've found friendship, acceptance, belonging.
And Kieran... My thoughts linger on him, on his unexpected affection. So different from Marcus—strength with kindness, power with responsibility instead of cruelty.
As the afternoon wanes, Thea finds me still sitting beneath the oak. "There you are," she says, settling beside me. "Ready for tonight?"
"I think so." I smile at her. "Thanks for everything you've done to prepare."
"Are you kidding? This is the most exciting thing to happen in the pack for ages." Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "Especially with you and Kieran being so... close."
Heat rises to my face. "Is it that obvious?"
"To everyone with eyes," she confirms with a laugh. "The way he looks at you when he thinks no one's watching... it's sweet."
"How does he look at me?" I can't help asking.
"Like you're the answer to a question he's been afraid to ask." She squeezes my hand. "I'm happy for you, Selene. For both of you."
"It's still new," I caution. "We're taking it slow."
"Smart." She nods approvingly. "But I haven't seen you this happy... well, ever."
"I am happy," I admit, the realization still surprising me. "Happier than I thought possible after Marcus."
"Good." She stands, offering me her hand. "Now come on. We need to get you ready for the ceremony."
Back in my room, I find a simple white dress laid out on the bed, along with a small box.
"The dress is traditional for joining ceremonies," Thea explains. "And the box is from Kieran."
I open it carefully, gasping at what I find inside—a delicate silver pendant in the shape of a crescent moon, small diamonds glittering along its curve.
"It's beautiful," I whisper, lifting it from the box.
"It was his mother's," Thea says softly. "Nora told me. He's never given it to anyone before."
The significance of the gift makes my heart swell. I clasp it around my neck, the silver cool against my skin.
Thea helps me dress and style my hair, leaving it mostly down the way Kieran seems to prefer it. The white dress is simple but elegant, falling to just below my knees with a modest neckline and flowing sleeves.
"Perfect," Thea declares when we're finished. "You look like a proper pack wolf."
