A celebration

Anne arrived at the scene, breathless and filled with a tense curiosity. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, mingling with the heavy atmosphere. She spotted Jackson's lifeless form on the ground, Jessica standing nearby, her face pale and hollowed with shock, while Malcom held her arm with a possessive grip. The scene was chaotic.

"Malcom, think this through," Alpha Falcon's deep voice echoed through the crowd, his tone simmering with disapproval. "Jessica cannot be Luna of the Red Moon Pack. Not after what she's done, and not with her reputation. The pack would never accept her."

Malcom's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "She's my mate, and that's final. The pack will come to accept her once they see what she means to me. I don't need their approval to claim what's mine."