Aria's POV
Damon leaned closer and pulled me into his embrace. We stayed like that for a few moments, simply enjoying the quiet certainty of what we had chosen.
We left Silvermoon Pack later that day. Damon drove while I sat beside him, my fingers resting on the ring he had given me.
Elona was in the back seat, practically vibrating with excitement. We had broken the news to her earlier. Now here she was, talking about the wedding for the entire journey home.
"What color will my dress be?"
"I don't know yet," I replied.
"It has to be pretty, Mommy."
Damon glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Everything you wear is pretty."
Elona giggled. "You are right about that, Daddy."
She turned toward me. "Mama, can I have flowers in my hair?"
I laughed. "We'll see."
Elona leaned fo
