PACK TERRITO
y. Her mating ceremony. A day she'd dreamt of since she was a little girl when she attend
stay still. She had done her hair countless times because she kept r
d always found them to be calming, and the action reminded her of her childhood with her mothe
th and unwavering resolve, had always
ough and the feeling her father resented her for being responsible for her mothe
e knew she was hopelessly in love with him, and she believed, with every fibre of her being, that he loved her too. Fr
ny," her father's voice echoed from the bottom
ed back, quickly grabbing
for the first time, that she was more... striking and confident like her best friend, Rebecca. Rebecca had fiery red hair and an ability
er insecurities. Today was about Philip, about their futu
ern in his usually stern gaze. "Today is the ma
I have over an hour until dusk," sh
ched to the other. She knew her father didn't approve of her casual a
to the back of the waiting wagon. The wagon rumbled along the path, the
e hem of her dress, her
om the corner of her eyes,
barely a whisper, "are you... are y
readable in the fading light. "Things a
l frown creasing her brow. "It all
n the road ahead. "It's natura
ce small. "It's just... I j
e that offered little comfort. "Today is a big day, Madeleine.
ivity, werewolves milling about, their scents mingling in the air. Some were on guard duty, and
he quickly changed into the simple white dress she'd chosen for the ceremony. It was plain, but it was her favourite. She felt a pang of
edarwood and it reminded her of Philip. She recognised the earthy scent of arousal, and a blush crept
a low hum in the air. Madeleine watched as the elders arrived, their presence commanding res
on her lips. Rebecca's hair was slightly tousled, a few strands clinging to her forehead, and her l
ing at her lips and her voice a little breathless. She gave
down the simple white fabric. "What'
just...plain. You know? For such a big day, I just expected something a lit
ecovered. "It's comfortable," she said, lifting her ch
always were one for tradition, besides that's just a personal choice. Come on,
replied, a genuine smile
esent?" she asked, glancing around at the
mated," Rebecca said, her tone matter-of-fact. "They'
pride washed over her. Her Philip, her mate, would be the leader of their pack. She co
p down from the alpha positi
hange, huh?" Madeleine asked, a
g glance, her smile widenin
art was pounding in her chest. She could feel the eyes of the pack members on her, their whispers like a gentle breeze.
d her arm from Madeleine's and moved away, leaving Madeleine st
nfidence. He was even more handsome than she remembered. Her heart swelled with love. He
and took her seat. She looked from Philip to Madeleine, her eyes pierc
ed. Finally, the moment
world tilted on its axis. "I wis