***Ella***
"Gotta say. I think this is my favourite outfit on you yet," Freya says as she steps back and admires her handiwork. She had just deftly done up about a hundred tiny satin buttons all up the back of my wedding dress. I turn and look at myself in the mirror and mentally thank the talented yet expensive seamstress who had managed to alter the dress within the last month. It had only been six months since I had found out I was pregnant but I had given birth almost 6 weeks ago, now.
It had been a bit of a whirlwind to say the least.
Today was now my wedding day and I was standing in front of a full length mirror in one of many luxury bell-tents dotted around the largest open field within our pack territory. The prospect had scared me once before, but the fact that well over a tho
