No, this isn't a dream. All of this is real. Alpha Torrin and I are truly married, and my promotion to Luna is officially announced to the other packs almost immediately.
Congratulatory gifts arrive one after another from the allied Alphas and Lunas like rare jewels, bars of gold, ceremonial fabrics, and handwritten letters wishing us prosperity and peace.
But,...
Not all messages are kind.
The acting leader of the Dunebourne Pack, the Chief Beta and Aiko's father, Victor Lockhart, sends me a threat written on a crumpled piece of paper: Enjoy it while it lasts. We won't forget. Many won't. The prophecy you bring is your downfall, not ours.
Alpha Torrin curses under his breath and throws the paper to the floor.
"Do you remember what that prophecy is?" I ask.
