Freya’s POV
It felt weird being in the challenge arena for my wedding. I was lucky to squeeze my baby bump into my black fighting leather armor one last time, or at least for the next few months.
The arena was littered with an assortment of flowers, and their scent was coating the air with sweetness. People had thrown the flowers down in appreciation of the grand event.
Philip had suggested the ceremony take place here to allow more people to come and celebrate. The reception could be more traditional, and I could change into a wedding gown for the evening’s festivities.
When I asked Philip why we should have the ceremony there, he said it was a show of strength and to remind the packs that I fought for what was mine here, as did Ezren. I understood why it was a good idea, but it was n
