The ceremony was held on the first day of summer, when the morning sun painted the pack hall in shades of gold and amber. Aria stood before the assembled pack, wearing formal robes in healer's silver. A gift from Cassidy, embroidered with symbols of growth, protection, and restoration.
She had never felt more exposed or more ready.
Nessa presided, her Luna authority filling the space. Beside her stood Ezra, representing the healers. Luca and Marcus flanked them as pack elders. And throughout the hall, faces Aria had known her whole life watched with pride and anticipation.
"Aria Moonwhisper," Nessa began formally, using Aria's full name in a way that made her feel both young and ancient. "You stand before this pack to accept the position of Pack Healer. This is not merely a title, but a sacred responsibility. Do you understand what you are accepting?"
"I do," Aria said, her voice carrying clearly despite her nerves. She had practiced this part with Nessa, knew what was expected.
