LYLA
We got married in one of the orchards of the estate. The decorators had gone all out, completely transforming the place.
Drapes of soft ivory and pink hung between the trees, and fairy lights sparkled in the golden afternoon sun. Wildflowers, roses, lavender, and eucalyptus were woven into every corner. It barely looked like the place I'd walked past just days ago, it had become something out of a dream.
The ceremony was small. Intimate. Just how Zephyr and I wanted it.
We'd worked on the guest list carefully, limiting attendance to his pack members and a few friends, family, and allies.
I stood at the entrance to the orchard with my arm linked through my father's.
My heart was pounding with fear and nervousness. Here I was, after spending five months in Zephyr's household, now
