Roxie's POV
We did it that same night.
There was no time for a real wedding. There was no priest, no white dress, no pack hall full of cheering wolves. There was a small stone room in the heart of Ironfang, lit by three candles, with the people I loved most in the world packed in close around us. Tor with a careful, soft smile, no jokes in him now. Katya with her hand pressed to her mouth. My father seated on a chair Vera had brought him, his blind eyes turned toward the warmth of us. Vera herself, little Marcus asleep in her arms. And Pyrrhus, of all people, standing by the door, his weathered face quiet, brought in by Aldric himself as a witness.
It was Aldric who spoke for us. He could not see, but he knew the old words.
"Cross your wrists," my father said gently.
We did. Raptor l
