Evelyn had been the perfect mate tonight. All eyes were upon her. Or, perhaps that was just me. My eyes had been on her, and only her, so I assumed that perhaps all others were. I felt blessed that she was the one I was to call my own. She shone like the Golden wolf she held within her. Like a precious gift that I had been graced with.
Life had been cruel in the wait it had provided for me in my delay for a fated mate. I was not deaf to the rumors that spread about me. The lies. Beliefs that I had discarded my fated mate for not being what I wanted of her. That I opted to be alone because no she-wolf would meet the high standards I expected. So many vicious things were said. And the delay in finding my mate was only serving in feeding the rumors.
Tonight, watching the faces of the many
