ETHAN’S POV
I've faced many scary things in my life.
Rogue attacks. The last moments of my father’s life. Sending my sister off to battle, wondering if I would lose her when I'd only just earned the right to call her my sister again.
None of it compared to waiting at the end of this aisle.
My pack filled the seats on either side of the aisle—warriors I'd trained and fought beside, elders who'd watched me grow into the role long before I felt ready for it, pups swinging their legs from chairs far too tall for them, their eyes bright with excitement as they craned their necks for a better view.
Interspersed among them were familiar faces from OTS, colleagues and friends who had become Maya's family over the years and had come to celebrate with us—except Lucian, who nobody had heard from since he left Nightfang.
In the front row, my mother sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, dressed in lavender, with color in her cheeks and light in her eyes.
