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Ready or not, the commander broke the news. Wildfire went very still as the words left Thuringwethil's mouth and for a few seconds, she didn't dare look at anyone. Only when she heard Freyja's congratulations did she look up and over the crowd. She met the girl's gaze and smiled, fondly and with more than a little relief. Curiosity then made her sweep her eyes over the rest of the pack. There were a couple of smiles and a few more pensive looks. The Bandrona let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Nobody outwardly opposed the leaders' union, at least not yet. Wildfire took that as a good sign.

Thank-you, she mouthed to Freyja in particular before dragging her eyes back to the Heda. With the moment of tension passed, it hit her like a strike of lightning: they were mates now. Wildfire wanted to commemorate this moment and felt a strong impulse to walk up beside the commander and give her a kiss. But was Drageda ready for that? Were the two of them? She knew they had just gone public but she didn't want to push anyone—including herself—too far or too fast. Wildfire remained in her seat.