CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
The scent of wildflowers fills the air, mingling with my own nervous energy. The small cabin is bustling with she-wolves, their fingers gentle as they help me dress. Gina stands close by, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Stop fidgeting," she chides softly, a smile playing on her lips.
I let out a shaky breath, trying to still the flutter in my stomach. "I can't help it," I murmur, feeling the silky fabric of the wedding dress slide over my skin like water. My heart races—a wild drumbeat that echoes my dual nature.
"Here, lift your hair." Gina's hands are deft as she gathers my locks, weaving the fresh blooms into a crown. The other she-wolves step back, their work complete, leaving just Gina and me reflected in the mirror. Her pride is palpable, yet there's an un
