***Clint
I leave my guest room dressed in a solid navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and my Ralston tartan tie and pocket square, the light and dark blues, red, light green, and minimal gold standing out boldly. My light brown oxfords are shined, and I can’t help but smile. I am practically buzzing with energy, a little nervous yes, but hopeful to be reunited and forgiven by my brilliant and beautiful true mate. I can hear the friendly chatter of the pack doctors and their mates from here. I make my way to the ballroom entrance. Ruthee is there with a name tag to pin to my suit coat pocket and she lets me know that I have been assigned to table 1, seat 7. Upon entry, I see the room is lined with large round tables around the perimeter, with one rectangular table at the head of the ro
