“Are you ready?” Dylan looked at me with worry as he took my hand in his.
“You don’t have to keep looking at me like that.” I smiled softly.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m going to break.”
He returned my sad smile before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. I leaned into his love, using it as one of my only crutches in these dark days. I took a step back to survey my appearance in the mirror. My now black hair but in short curls, landing just above my shoulders and going well with my white dress. It had lace accents on it that were identical to the black one I had worn yesterday to the funeral of the fallen wolves but it looked just as elegant along with the white pumps I was wearing.
I knew that I scared everyone when I came home the way I did a week ago but my body was in overdrive.
