Wren woke to sunlight filtering through unfamiliar canvas, warm and golden, and for one disoriented moment couldn't quite place where she was — until she felt Kane's arm draped across her waist, his breathing slow and even against her shoulder, and the previous day's whirlwind ceremony came flooding back in a rush of overwhelming, joyful memory.
They were married. Properly, formally, in front of every Alpha whose recognition mattered, and the small, borrowed wedding tent around them still held traces of yesterday's hurried celebration — a wilting flower crown discarded on a trunk, Fenn's meticulous seating chart abandoned somewhere in the chaos of actual joy overtaking careful planning.
"You're smiling," Kane murmured, voice rough with sleep, one eye cracking open to study her face. "Sho
