Valen.
The wedding day.
The air in the grand hall smelled like pine and earth. Antler chandelier hanged above, glowing all over the alter like a moonlight.
It was more than perfect, the dark and wild, lit by lanterns and candles gave it the finish touch.
Whosoever did the job handled it good. Howls and drums were heard coming from outside the hall, softly yet magical.
Everything about the hall was enough to let someone know that it wasn't Alpha Lucien that had organised it, this was more of a woman's orders.
“The bastard has been sweating.” Kael pointed out.
I looked ahead of me, where Alpha Lucien stood at the alter. Someone, whom I had no idea of who was stood by his side also, and a wedding official at the other side.
The way he looked, worried and tired made me so happy. From
