~Kael’s POV~
The scent of celebratory jasmine and the hum of the Pack of Two-Hundred was supposed to be the soundtrack of the best night of my life. I had Vesper in my arms, her wedding silk soft against my tactical leather, and for the first time in my existence my past felt like a different man's story. “You're over thinking the footwork again,” Vesper whispered against my ear, her violet eyes dancing with a light that made the Skye crystals look dim. "I'm a Hunter, Ves. We're built for prowling, not waltzing," I grumbled, though I tightened my grip on her waist, mindful of the heavy, beautiful weight of our son between us. "You're a husband now," she teased, leaning her head on my chest. "And soon, you'll be-" She stopped. The music of her echo power, which usually hummed like a soft
