Chapter 18: Rise.
Standing near the stream in the small clearing, Stella clutched her hands at her sides, the white fabric of her dress bunched in her fists. All the packs stood around, a silent ring of grim expressions. The moon hung high, a silver disc against the velvet sky, its light glinting off the rustic wooden altar, now softened by white flowers and lush greenery.
The officiant cleared his throat, a nervous rasp. Ayla, Holden's personal assistant and one of his most trusted pack members, hurried over and smoothed Stella's gown. After smiling at Stella, the woman returned to standing near her mate and the other Banks pack members.
Everyone appeared as stiff as statues. They hadn't received the memo that she and Holden had worked it out, and this was a happy occasion. However, a
