Angel’s POV

After we finished breakfast, the pack members and all our guests gathered for my ceremony. I was overwhelmed by the beautiful sight that greeted me. Rows of white chairs adorned with bundles of lavender lined the outdoor venue. An aisle runner, sprinkled with purple rose petals, led to a beautifully decorated altar. The arch where Joyce waited for me was made of lavender, lupines, and lilacs.

As everyone stood from their seats and faced us, Dante took my arm and ...