Emily
I stood behind my mom, carefully adjusting the last few strands of her hair. My hands were steady, but my heart was racing. This was it. The big day. Mom was marrying Alpha Christ, becoming not just his wife but the Luna of the Windridge Pack.
"There," I said softly, stepping back to admire my handiwork. "Perfect."
Mom turned to face me, and my breath caught in my throat. She looked... magical.
Her wedding dress was a masterpiece of vintage elegance and lunar symbolism. The bodice was made of delicate ivory lace, intricate patterns of crescent moons and stars woven into the fabric. It hugged her curves before flowing out into a full skirt of gossamer-light tulle that seemed to float around her like a cloud. The sleeves were long and fitted, ending in delicate points over her hand
