(MASON'S POV)
Victor's voice was still soft when he asked, "Whose mating ceremony is this extravagant? This is… next level."
I blinked. "Mating ceremony?"
Victor glanced at me and smiled, patient. "Werewolf wedding. That's what they call it. Mating ceremony."
Blue answered, voice warm with something like pride. "It's Beta Williams'. After centuries—'centuries'—Alpha Jeremy's Beta finally found his mate. My father's right hand. It's a huge deal."
The words washed over me like a foreign language. Beta. Mate. Mating ceremony. Stormroot Pack. My head was spinning. Jake had tried to explain some of this back in the demon realm, but everything had been chaos and fear and running for our lives. There hadn't been time for a supernatural 101 class.
I looked between them, feeling small and lost and desperately curious. "What… what do those words even mean? Beta? Mate? Stormroot Pack? I'm so lost right now."
