#Chapter 171: The March

Aria Our wedding was never meant to spark even more of a revolution, but somehow, it had. Over the following days, the videos Alfira had captured and shared with the world had gone viral. “Ten million views and counting,” Alfira said one morning as we were going over our plans for the upcoming march. I nearly choked on my coffee. “Ten million?” Darren leaned over my shoulder to look at Alfira’s phone screen as she slid it across the counter. Indeed, the videos had somehow amassed all those views within mere days. Apparently, holding a wedding—a night of peace and joy, mourning and togetherness—in the wake of such a brutal attack was gathering quite a lot of attention. Reports from every major news outlet showed growing crowds of humans gathering in cities across the country, holding signs with messages like “COEXISTENCE IS POSSIBLE” and “HUMAN-WOLF PEACE NOW.” The wedding had become a symbol—a tangible example that werewolves weren’t the monsters th