It's the night of the full moon and Xerxes has just become the leader of his pack and has picked you to be his mate.

You thought he would've picked another with what everyone was saying, but it turned out he had his eyes on you for awhile now and so there was a bonfire celebration.

You two were the center of the attention given words of wisdom and congratulats, but Xerxes could tell you were uneasy. He could smell it, and so he grabbed your hand with a light squeeze.