Damon’s POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the lake house, scattering golden rays across the wooden floor. It should have felt peaceful, serene even, but my chest was a tight coil of nerves. Today was the day. The ceremony.
Aria was going to be mine—completely, officially, eternally.
I ran a hand through my hair, staring at the coffee mug in my hand, the steam curling into the air. The smell of freshly brewed coffee usually relaxed me, but not today. My wolf stirred restlessly, matching my own anticipation. She was already mine in every way that mattered, but the ceremony would make it unbreakable. It was exhilarating—and terrifying. Especially with my parents coming.
"Why do I feel like this is going to be a disaster?" I muttered, pacing the small kitchen.
Drake
