Riva
I felt strange. I saw Gideon in a white suit, looking much younger than I last saw him. His face was smooth and shaven. But the most crucial difference was that his eyes looked hopeful. Bright, even.
People crowded the garden, and white lilies and roses decorated the seats. A floral arch could be seen at Gideon’s back. Everything was too pretty, not exactly what one would associate with the former Alpha gone rogue.
I soon realized that I was seeing his wedding. Gideon couldn’t be older than twenty-one, and the young woman next to him seemed to be about the same age. Her face seemed blurry, but I could tell that she was Suzanne. She was Gideon’s bride, the one who died. The one he still mourned and loved. He might have lain next to me, but his wedding ring still gleamed around hi
