Silas just pulled Eve against him and kissed her temple. "Worth it," he murmured.
The celebration lasted well into the night. Eve found herself pulled into conversations with pack members she'd never formally met, learned names and faces and stories. Someone handed her a drink that tasted like honey and fire. Someone else taught her a traditional pack song that involved more howling than actual words.
And through it all, her mates stayed close. Not hovering, not possessive, just... there. Present and proud.
As the fire burned low and people began to drift toward their homes, Brynn appeared at Eve's side one last time.
"You did good tonight," she said quietly.
"I barely did anything," Eve protested.
