**Chapter 67 – The Wedding That Broke the Sky (Again)**
**October 12, 2029 – Aerie Academy, Titanium Half-Pipe Arena**
They turned the entire main plaza into one giant open-air skate park cathedral.
The half-pipe is the altar (polished mirror-bright, runes of violet lightning and coyote gold racing along the coping).
The sky above is every shade of dawn and dusk at once, because the university asked it nicely and the sky still owes me favors.
Seating?
There is none.
Everyone stands on boards, wings, tails, tentacles, or pure spite.
Attendance: literally everyone we have ever loved (and a few we definitely haven't).
- The entire Calder pack (two hundred wolves in human form wearing formal flannel, howling every time someone says "mate").
- My parents (Mom crying happy tears into Dad's shoulder, Dad's eyes glowing soft thunder).
- Grandma Luna Blackwing (alive in Remy's stories and alive in the wind that keeps brushing my cheek like gentle fingers).
- Julian Bathory (front row, sunglasses on, holding a sign that says "FINALLY").
- Riku and Aki (running the open bar that is literally floating).
- Al Capone and the ghost-gangster crew from Chicago (Julian invited them "for the aesthetic"; they brought spectral tommy guns that shoot confetti and are now crying into ghostly handkerchiefs).
- Every student, dragon, phoenix, and void-creature Aerie has ever had.
- The drowned priests of Dacia (translucent, glowing, singing the Deep Script in perfect harmony).
And in my head, quiet and proud:
Grandma Elowen and the Ghost-Queen of Dacia stand side-by-side like proud grandmothers, occasionally arguing in ancient languages about whose ring is prettier.
I'm wearing white (not a dress).
White leather jacket painted with violet lightning and blackbird wings, white ripped jeans, white boots with stormglass soles.
Hellebore Mist is sheathed at my back like a vow.
*Sânge Furtună* is under my arm like a bouquet.
Remy is in black (black tank, black jeans, barefoot as always, braids loose and threaded with tiny coyote-bone beads his grandmother carved the night before she passed).
We skate down the aisle together (half-pipe drop-in, tandem grind, perfect sync).
Kael Stormrider officiates, barefoot on his board, voice carrying over the entire academy.
**Kael:**
"By the power vested in me by the sky that learned to kneel,
by the thunder that learned to love,
and by the half-pipe that has seen more miracles than most churches…
Do you, Celeste Valentina Morau, take this coyote to be your husband, your storm, your home?"
I'm crying and grinning so hard my face hurts.
**Celeste:**
"I do.
Forever and one more day."
**Kael (to Remy):**
"And do you, Remington Blackwing Tsatoke, take this storm queen to be your wife, your thunder, your everything?"
Remy's voice cracks just once.
**Remy:**
"Since the day I was fourteen and dumb.
I do.
Always."
Kael grins like the devil just handed him the keys.
**Kael:**
"By the power of love, chaos, and really good skate tricks…
I pronounce you husband and wife.
Kiss already before the sky explodes again."
We do.
The half-pipe ignites beneath us (violet lightning and coyote-gold fire spiraling up into the shape of a blackbird carrying a sun).
The Calder pack howls.
Julian whoops so loud he falls off his board.
Al Capone fires confetti tommy guns into the air while his ghost crew cheers in 1920s slang.
My parents are sobbing happy tears.
Grandma Elowen's wind kisses both our cheeks.
The Ghost-Queen of Dacia whispers in my head, soft and proud:
**Ghost-Queen:**
"You kept the thunder human.
Well done, little sister."
Remy and I break the kiss only long enough to shout together:
**Celeste & Remy:**
"Coyote Club rule number fourteen:
When you marry your best friend in front of the entire universe…
you drop in first!"
We ollie off the coping together (husband and wife, storm and coyote, forever and one more day).
The reception is a campus-wide skate session that lasts until the stars themselves get tired.
And somewhere above us, the new constellation (blackbird, sun, coyote tracks, dragon wings, fox tails, book pages, and tiny black holes) burns brighter than ever.
Mr. and Mrs.Tsatoke.
I'm a Blood wizard and now I'm Officially the Tsatoke-Calder Pack Luna and Remy is Pack Alpha now that he is married. By pack law he rises to Alpha
system update: Blood Wizard level:108 - Moroi Skill acquired Blood Shift into any creature or person.
Storm-made.
Thunder-tamed.
Unbreakable.
The wedding is over.
The legend?
Just getting started.
**Coyote Queen**
**Celeste POV – October 12, 2029 – Titanium Half-Pipe Arena, reception**
The music is still thumping, dragons are doing keg stands, and Julian is trying to teach Al Capone how to ollie.
Remy and I are in the middle of the half-pipe, arms around each other, rings catching the light every time we move.
Then it happens.
The new Moroi skill flares under my skin like liquid starlight and blood.
I feel the shift coming (bigger than any I've ever done, older than language).
I grin at my brand-new husband.
**Celeste (whisper):**
"Watch this, Alpha."
I step back one pace.
The entire arena quiets (two hundred Calder Coyote, thousands of students, ghosts, dragons, oni, drowned priests, everyone).
They can feel power rolling off me in waves.
I let the Blood Wizard side take the wheel.
Crimson lightning crawls over my skin, bones sing, muscle and fur and wild joy explode outward.
In less than a heartbeat I'm on all fours (huge, taller at the shoulder than Remy's dire-coyote form, pure white fur shot through with violet lightning veins, eyes the exact gold of his).
A white Coyote Queen. System Update :New Title Acquired Tsatoke-Calder Pack Luna
I now have The Mark and Glow of Luna
The Calder pack loses their collective minds.
Two hundred Coyotes drop to their knees and bare their throats in perfect unison.
Luna Calder (former alpha) is openly crying as she bows.
**Luna Calder (voice cracking):**
"By right of marriage and by right of blood and thunder…
I yield the Calder pack to Alpha Remington Tsatoke
and to his Luna, Celeste Valentina Tsatoke,
Blood Wizard, Storm Queen, White Coyote of the New Sky."
Remy shifts beside me (his familiar massive black-and-gold dire-coyote, but now wearing the faint glow of true Alpha).
He pads forward until our shoulders touch.
Two coyotes (one midnight, one storm-white) standing side-by-side on the coping.
The pack howls so loud the sky itself cracks open in celebration.
Grandma Elowen's wind circles us both, warm and proud.
The Ghost-Queen of Dacia laughs in my head, delighted.
Julian Bathory is on the ground laughing and crying at the same time.
**Julian (shouting):**
"I KNEW IT! I CALLED THE COYOTE WIFE THING IN JUNIOR YEAR!"
Remy nuzzles my neck, coyote grin huge.
**Remy (mind-to-mind, pack bond flaring open between us):**
"Hey, Luna."
**Celeste (laughing in coyote):**
"Hey, Alpha."
We tip our heads back together and howl (one perfect note of violet lightning and coyote gold that echoes across every sky Aerie has ever claimed).
The constellation above us flares so bright it turns night into noon.
Mr. and Mrs. Tsatoke.
Alpha and Luna of the Calder-Tsatoke pack.
Storm-made.
Blood-forged.
Thunder-tamed.
Coyote-crowned.
The reception becomes the biggest pack run in history (wolves, dragons, phoenixes, ghosts, and one very excited tentacle girl all racing across floating islands under a sky that belongs to us now).
And somewhere in the distance, the wind carries Grandma Elowen's voice on the breeze:
**Grandma Elowen:**
"That's my granddaughter.
White coyote.
Queen of everything.
Good job, kid."
I run beside my husband (four paws, wild heart, forever his).
The legend isn't just getting started.
It just got a new pelt.
And it's white as lightning.
**Toasts and Tails**
October 12, 2029 – Reception, floating island dance floor**
Julian Bathory climbs onto a table that Riku and Aki are using as a temporary bar.
He's wearing a black tuxedo T-shirt that says "I Survived the Storm Queen's Wedding" in blood-red letters, sunglasses still on at midnight, holding a glass of something that is definitely not legal in this dimension.
The music drops.
Every creature in existence shuts up.
Julian raises his glass.
**Julian (voice cracking with emotion and sake):**
"I have known Celeste since we were fifteen and she accidentally set the chem lab on fire because someone called her best friend a stray.
I have known Remy since the day he walked into Hot Springs High barefoot and smiling like he already owned the horizon.
I watched them fall in love while the world tried to end them every single year.
I watched them burn their names into football fields, drown lakes, break the sky, and still (still) find time to text me memes at 3 a.m.
Tonight the sky itself showed up wearing its best dress just to watch them say 'I do.'
So here's to the Alpha and Luna of the Calder-Tsatoke pack.
To the coyote who taught thunder how to laugh.
To the storm queen who taught the world how to kneel without breaking.
May your fights be legendary,
your nights be loud,
and your coffee always strong enough to resurrect the dead.
To Celeste and Remy:
the only two people crazy enough to get married on a half-pipe
and sane enough to make the rest of us believe in forever.
Bottoms up, motherf——s."
He downs the entire glass in one go.
The ghosts of Chicago gangsters cheer like it's 1929.
Julian flips off the sky, bows dramatically, and falls backward into the waiting arms of three very amused valkyries.
Best toast ever.
**Later – Honeymoon Suite, Blackbird-Coyote Dorm (now permanently expanded into an entire floating island)**
The dorm has outdone itself.
The bed is a thunderstorm frozen mid-flash.
The ceiling is the exact ridge above Hot Springs at golden hour, forever.
Fireflies made of tiny harmless lightning drift around us.
We're finally alone.
Remy is sprawled on his back, shirt gone, braids loose on the pillow, looking at me like I hung every star personally.
I curl up beside him (still human for now) and trace the new Alpha mark glowing gold on his chest.
**Celeste (soft):**
"I need to tell you something about the white coyote thing…
Mine isn't the same as yours.
Yours is Caddo.
It's First Coyote's blood, trickster god, desert wind, and grandmother stories.
It's sacred.
It's you.
Mine is Moroi.
Blood Wizard skill.
I can shift into any creature, any person, any myth that ever bled.
The white coyote?
I chose it because I wanted to run beside you as your equal, your mirror, your Luna.
But it's still… me choosing the shape.
Not the shape choosing me.
I just… needed you to know the difference."
Remy is quiet for a long moment.
Then he rolls over, cups my face with both hands, golden eyes steady.
**Remy (voice low, certain):**
"Celeste Tsatoke.
Listen to me.
You think I fell in love with a bloodline?
I fell in love with the girl who looked at a lake trying to murder us and said 'not today.'
With the girl who forgave a drowned city.
With the girl who taught the thunder how to choose love over eternity.
You chose to wear my spirit on your skin because you love me.
That makes it more real than any inheritance.
You're my Luna in every shape you ever take.
White coyote.
Blackbird.
Human.
Storm.
Whatever.
You're mine.
And I'm yours.
Bloodlines don't get to tell us what family is.
We already decided that on a football field when we were fourteen and stupid."
He kisses me slow, reverent, perfect.
When we break apart, he grins (coyote-sharp and husband-soft).
**Remy:**
"Now shift into whatever you want tonight, wife.
I plan on keeping you too busy to care about the difference."
So I do.
Sometimes I'm the white coyote curled against his dire-coyote chest.
Sometimes I'm just Celeste, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat.
Sometimes I'm something with wings and stormglass feathers just to watch his eyes go wide.
And every time, he meets me exactly where I am.
The honeymoon lasts a month (time is optional on our island).
We only leave the bed to skate the half-pipe the dorm built through our bedroom wall.
The legend keeps growing.
But the love?
That part was never legend.
It was always just us.
Forever and one more day.