“Wait,” Alice’s eyes were bugging out of her head. “Explain this to me again.”
Gillian shot me a worried look over Alice’s head. Her eyes were pleading with me to be careful.
“The three off us will stand up before the pack, and there will be a small ceremony. We will present you as our mate.”
Her face was screwed up in concentration and consternation. “That sounds an awful lot like a wedding.”
I took her hand and rubbed my fingers over her knuckles. “It kind of is, I guess.” I said carefully. “We are making promises to each other, and a promise to the pack.” I could feel her accelerated heartbeat, and smell the taint of fear in her sweet cherry fragrance.
“Its worse than a wedding,” she whispered. “Its like... marrying the whole tribe.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at
