What had I ever done to deserve such perfection? I was unworthy. But I loved her with every cell of my being, every hair on my head. And I would work every day of forever to keep her content at my side. To show her how much I cherished her.
She was halfway across the clearing when she looked up, and our eyes met. She seemed uncertain, and it was like my own nerves evaporated. I wasn’t here for stuffy traditions or for my pack mates. It was her. It had always been her.
And traditions were made to be broken.
I stepped out of the flowers, eating up the ground between us in long strides. And then she was there, close enough to kiss, to see the little blue blossoms woven into her hair. She was my own fairy, come to life from the pages of a book.
“Don’t be afraid,” I said, meaning every word
