With that, the entire room erupts into a jubilant roar of cheers and squeals. The loudest one is Marcus who is jumping up and down and clapping his hands excitedly like a hyper hummingbird.
Eric throws his arms around my waist and lifts me into the air, spinning me around with joy in his eyes. He gently places my feet back on the ground and plants a gentle kiss on my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist. He’s careful not to touch my wings, though.
He carefully takes my hand in his and slides the ring on my finger. It’s breathtakingly beautiful, and I stare at it in awe for a moment. The king of Werewolves actually wants me to be his queen.
“I thought you said the connection was gone?” I say quietly staring at my hand, my voice muffled by the excited chaos happening around us.
“That
