HAZEL
They didn’t even give me a day’s notice.
Alpha’s white limo simply arrived at dawn, ready to drive me off to some spiritual sentencing. I was told to wear white, to match him.
Now, I was standing barefoot in the center of a modernized shrine, three sorceresses chanting and circling us while incense hung in the air like judgment.
Alpha stood beside me, dressed in ceremonial white garb while looking eager to get into things while all I felt was utter irritation.
Across from us, the sorceresses stood in a triangular formation, arms raised as they chanted prayers I didn’t understand. They were some of the Moon Goddess's ordained propehtesses and apparently, our marriage required their divine stamp of approval.
When the prayers seized, one of the sorceresses with flowing silver h
