One week until the ceremony.
The cottage had become command central for last-minute preparations. Vera had taken over the dining table with her color-coded binders, tracking everything from catering to seating arrangements to backup plans for weather.
"The forecast shows clear skies," she announced, tapping her tablet. "But I've arranged for a tent rental just in case. And the caterer confirmed the menu—traditional pack feast with vegetarian options for human guests."
"Human guests?" I looked up from my checklist.
"Patricia and a few others from Seattle. They're curious about pack culture." Vera grinned. "Don't worry, Marcus approved it. Apparently, the pack is trying to build better human-wolf relations in town."
Elder Thomas arrived mid-morning with final instructions. He spread doc
