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Saturday, February 13
A wedding.
Exactly one week after meeting Winter, Dawson and she are having their wedding.
Devin wasn’t kidding when he said most wolf shifters typically get married within a month of meeting their mate. Though seven days isn’t a long time to know somebody, they are soulmates. Why should they wait any longer when fate has handpicked their perfect match?
I try to imagine Devin proposing to me the first week we met, but we weren’t exactly getting along back then. Though, maybe if we were older, we wouldn’t of had to wait. I guess there are disadvantages to meeting your mate as a teenager.
The wedding is going to be a small one, right on the beach. The only people present is going to be Dawson’s family. Winter doesn’t have any family coming. Her parents are too busy—something about an elemental council. I guess they are both important and can’t spare free time to come. And she has an older brother who also won’t be coming.
Monica helps Winter fix her hair in a fancy updo. I leave my hair like I always do, just hanging down. I’m not good at being a girl. I can’t do anything more complex than a messy bun or a braid, and even my braids are lopsided. When I mention something to Monica, she says my hair is naturally beautiful, which is sweet, but it’d still be nice to do something different sometimes.
“I can’t believe I’m getting married,” Winter says, as she looks in the mirror at Monica’s handiwork. “A week ago, when I came here, I didn’t even know Dawson. And now, I can’t imagine not knowing him.”
I’m a little jealous today. I’m glad that I don’t have to wait until summer anymore, but seeing Dawson and Winter get married only makes me want to marry Devin sooner.
I’m also jealous of the fact that they aren’t being forced to invite all the alphas to their wedding. Their wedding will be private and not live streamed for the entire supernatural community to see.
“You’re a beautiful bride,” Monica says.
Winterisbeautiful. She is slightly shorter than the average wolf shifter, but she’s tall compared to the dark fae. Her long blonde hair is pulled up loosely with curls shaping her face. She has a flower crown braided into her hair, which is perfect for an earth elemental.
“Do you want to take pictures to send to your family?” Monica asks, holding up her phone.
“I want pictures, but not for them.” Winter stands from her chair and poses for a couple of pictures.
After getting ready, Winter and Dawson take a moment alone together to talk. Devin is waiting on the back porch for me when I walk outside. His eyes slowly scan my dress.
I take the study to study him in return.
Devin is wearing a suit. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him in one and the sight causes my pulse to skyrocket.
This is the man I get to marry. How lucky am I?
“Wow,” he says. “You look beautiful.”
I can feel just how much he means the words. “I’m insanely jealous that your brother is marrying his mate today while we have to wait another month. Especially when I see you dressed likethat.”
Devin grins, looking into my eyes. I wonder what color they are, but he doesn’t comment on it. “You have no idea how much I wish it were us, but I am happy for Dawson. He deserves to be happy.”
He laces our fingers together and leads me toward the porch swing. We sit down.
“Do you know why Winter’s family isn’t coming?” I ask.
“Because they’re elementals. Her family are elitists. They only believe that pureblooded elementals should be born. The fact that Winter is marrying a wolf shifter means that her children will be hybrids,” Devin explains. “I don’t imagine they condone the union.”
“What?” I put my hand to the base of my throat. “You’re joking, right?”
“Unfortunately not,” he says.
My face grows warm as a horrible feeling settles in my stomach. “I’m so glad that I’m not a full-blooded elemental. Their community sounds just as bad as the dark fae. How could they abandon their daughter on one of the most important days of her life?”
Devin gently strokes my cheek with his thumb. “I don’t get it either. The world is changing fast. At one point, wolf shifters felt similarly about hybrids. It’s only changed in the past fifty years or so. Hybrids are always welcome in my pack. But even now, some alphas don’t want hybrids in their packs. We always help hybrids find packs that they’ll be accepted in. Damian also strips the alpha title from any who treats hybrids poorly, and I will do the same once I take over as alpha.”
“Dark fae aren’t accepting of hybrids either,” I admit.
“They will be, once your father is taken care of. Everybody is too scared to admit they have a different opinion than him, but you’ll see. You’re going to change everything.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
