#Chapter 69: Ceremonial Confrontation

Dawn of the full moon ceremony arrived with expectation hanging in the air. I watched the sun rise from my window, mentally preparing for what lay ahead. Today would be pivotal—for me, for Raymond, for the entire pack. I could feel it in my bones. I prepared meticulously, knowing all eyes would be watching my performance as Luna. Beneath my ceremonial robes—midnight blue with silver embroidery depicting moon phases—I wore Kane's protective clothing, with the silver dagger secured against my thigh and my special cane within reach. I styled my hair to leave the silver crescent visible, a deliberate statement that would fuel whispers already spreading through the pack. "The security team is in position," Kane's voice came through the communication device concealed in my pendant. "Remember your extraction signals if things go wrong." "I remember," I assured him, drawing comfort from his steady presence even at a distance. "Any unusual activity?" "Nothing yet, but stay alert. Giana