The next day, Bronx decides he wants to go downstairs for dinner.

 

“Are you sure, Sweetheart? The doctor said you need to take it easy for another few days,” | ask as he is putting on a button- down shirt.

 

“Yeah Baby.I have some apologizing to do. No.I have a lot of apologizing to do. To everyone. I'm not going to hide up here in my apartment.I have to face the music,” he says resolutely. He puts on a dark blue eye patch to match his clothes and looks himself over in the mirror. He looks handsome with his inky black hair slicked back and olive toned face freshly shaven.

 

As we walk into the dining room a hush falls over the crowd.I give Bronx's hand a reassuring squeeze and he leads us to the front of the room. He stands in front of our table and faces the dining room.

 

He looks out over our pack, takes a deep breath, and eats crow. He fully admits that he got carried away with trying to protect me and he was wrong. He assures everyone that things will be different moving forward and that I will be more involved in pack related decisions moving forward. Then he apologizes to everyone for commanding them to treat me poorly. He publicly asks everyone to go back to loving and respecting me the way that he knows they do. He promises to do better because that is what the pack deserves before he thanks everyone for their loyalty and sits down. There are cheers around the room and some of the children run up to hug me. I kneel down and hug each and every one of them back. It is the best feeling knowing that things are going back to normal.

 

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celebration will be part of our wedding. So instead of just the Blood River pack, there will be a ton of other people there, leaders from packs around the world, Elder Council members, and even witches from the

 

the influx of visitors. Ashley helps me come up with decorations, flowers, and place settings. If she ever wanted to switch careers, she could totally be an event planner. She is so good at

 

field behind the packhouse. The staff says they are more than happy to make the campsites and keep them supplied with firewood, snacks, and cooking supplies, etc. They even tell me it will be easier than cleaning the rooms every day. If it’s easier

 

out of the kitchens that now she is bending over backwards to help me come up with the menus, specialty drinks, foods to supply guests out in the tents or suites. We take inspiration from all over the place, each meal from a different part of the world. The wedding reception will feature Beef Wellington. She and I research recipes and perfect cooking techniques at a blistering pace. Bronx doesn’t seem to mind. Probably because he gets to taste test everything. Delilah offers to help Mrs. Miller with the cake but wants to keep the details a surprise, so I knew that was going to be amazing too. The entire pack refuses

 

at the chance to learn from their Luna. Every week, I  teach them a new simple, healthy entree, and sometimes we add in a dessert too. | had no idea how messy cooking could be until I

 

I just need to hit the little green dial button, but | can’t bring myself to do it. Bronx comes into the

 

asks as he pulls me down onto his lap and runs his fingers through

 

every time I try to dial the number. | can’t

 

him the phone. He jumps up, hits the call button, and runs into the bedroom. When I realize what he's doing, I jump up to follow

 

embarrassing that my fiancé would need to make my appointment for me. I can only imagine how many guards he

 

see Bronx's green eye looking at me, “Baby, what color did you say you want the girls to wear?” “Olive green, why? Wait! Bronx, what are you saying to them?!”

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