/Aiden's POV/

I couldn't stop staring at Rose even after the ceremony. Why was her wolf silver-white? That colour was rare among wolves, and I haven't seen anyone like her. Somehow it impressed me. Shaking my head, I focused on the road ahead.

The ceremony came to an end, with my father blessing us all. We drank the water from the bowl blessed by moonlight before calling it a night. Rose strode by my side, head bent down, hands dangling at her side. I was almost tempted to hold them but ...