O nce again, the red Hunter’s Moon hangs low in the sky, and the leaves throughout the forest are gilded in red, gold, and orange hues. After the ceremony, Jay, the Alpha and my husband will lead the Pack on the run, then join Sain in chasing me until the sun comes up.
I wish my father were here to walk me down the aisle, but Aggie practically glows with pride as she strides next to me down the mowed section of the meadow. It overlooks most of the Hollow, though not as much as my favorite rocky overhang. Saint tells me there is a planetary alignment tonight, one that should be visible to the naked eye.
My dress is deep forest green– much to my mother’s chagrin. I love it. It hangs from my hips in silky lengths, leaving my back bare. The top has some boning through the rib and bust, but it’s held up by a pair of thin straps over my shoulders.
The stylist Sam hired to do my hair and makeup did a fantastic job–elevating my daily look with waterproof products so I wouldn’t cry everything away. Soft, wild curls frame my face. The tiara in my hair has a fantasy flare to it— the silver band goes across my brow and is nestled in my curls above my ear. Another gift from Sam.
Jay and Saint wanted to write their vows, so I know the waterworks are coming. The couple of lines I wrote are simple and straightforward, but I want them to know what they mean to me. I could not do… well anything without either of them.
The entire pack is here, waiting in neat rows for me to reach the head of the runway, where my boys are waiting for me. Dante is acting as best man, standing next to Saint, while Ivy stands in as my maid of honor. She looks phenomenal in her lilac gown.
Jay and Saint stand shoulder to shoulder, wearing black pants, shirts, and vests in the same shade as my dress.
I can’t wait to run with them later. My wolf is here, in my blood. Waiting to claim her wolves, too.
Sam stands behind everyone, having been recently ordained to marry by the grace of the internet. She still somehow serves cunt even acting as a minister. Head to toe in white— since I'm not wearing the color— wearing the prettiest teary eyed smile I've ever seen.
My best friend is going to marry me and my boys today.
When we finally reach the end of the walkway, Aggie turns to me, kisses my hands, and says, “Your father would be so happy. ”
Months ago, she came to the cabin and, with tears in her eyes, handed me a small jewelry box. Inside was my father’s band, Jeeran’s, and Rhea’s.
Rhea’s ring fits nicely over the middle finger on my right hand, a small amethyst stone in a delicate silver band. I wear it to remind myself that love transcends time, even death. My father is here, with me. He is in the forest, in the dark sky and in the mirror. He is not lost, if I keep his memory alive.
In just a few minutes, I will place my father’s band around Saint’s finger and Jeeran’s around Jay’s. The engagement ring my boys picked for me proudly sits around my ring finger, with beautiful green and black stones set within a golden band.
Want to know what happened to Sam in California? Or see what antics she gets up to at the Rodeo?
Well, you know what they say.
Save a horse, ride a cowgirl.
Stay tuned.