Rafe “Ahh, here she comes,” at Melanie’s words, my eyes darted through the crowd looking for Raven. It takes only a moment for the crowd to part, and there she is. I want to laugh, but I hold it in. Only Raven would wear the color of her namesake. White or pastel colors are traditional for mating ceremonies, like my white suit, but I chose to add a black tie in honor of my mate, which I’m pleased to see, goes well with her black lace dress and the white shawl she’s added. My eyes track her every movement. I watch as she takes in the surrounding crowd, consisting mostly of my pack, with a few from hers. As she gets closer, tears are glistening on her lashes as she shares a soft smile with Melanie. Then, at last, she looks at me, and her smile lights up the darkening sky, making my pounding heart stutter in my chest.
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