Finally, we arrived at the grand gates of the Iron Claw Pack.
Two members bowed slightly as they opened the intricately carved gates for us.Beyond, the garden unfolded like something out of a dream. Lanterns glimmered among the trees, their soft light casting a golden hue over everything.
White, green, and gold fabric draped gracefully overhead, fluttering gently in the evening breeze.
The scent of fresh flowers mingled with the crisp night air.
Ethan guided me towards the center of the gathering, where the crowd parted as if rehearsed.
Every gaze turned to me, some warm with welcome, others curious.
I felt a mixture of nerves and anticipation as I walked through the rows of pack members.
And then, I saw him.
Lirian stood in the middle of the garden, his posture commanding yet relaxed, his tailored suit emphasizing his broad shoulders and regal bearing.
The weight of leadership already seemed to rest on him, but his expression softened the moment his eyes met mine.
The ceremony began, steeped in tradition and reverence.
The pack elders stood in a semi-circle around Lirian, each holding a symbolic item that represented strength, wisdom, and unity.
The eldest among them stepped forward, a weathered hand gripping a ceremonial blade.
“Today, we witness the rise of a new Alpha,” the elder proclaimed, his voice deep and steady. “Lirian, son of Iron Claw, step forward to claim your place as leader.”
Lirian approached, his movements deliberate and graceful. He knelt before the elders, bowing his head in respect.
The elder took the blade and lightly touched it to Lirian’s left shoulder, then his right, murmuring words in the old tongue that I couldn’t quite understand.
“Do you vow to lead with strength, to protect with honor, and to guide with wisdom?” the elder asked.
“I do,” Lirian replied, his voice unwavering.
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