SAMMY POV
Me and Aurora had a blast choosing all the decorations to match the flowers—or rather, to completely not match them. Every time she picked something elegant, I threw in something ridiculous just to see her laugh, and somehow it turned into our theme.
The florist had nearly fainted when we told her the plan: mix roses with peonies, throw orchids beside azaleas, hydrangeas tangled with hibiscus. It was going to look like a unicorn had exploded in the middle of the packhouse. A rainbow, a riot, a chaos of petals and colors.
But it was going to be happy.
And Goddess knew this pack deserved happy. After all the darkness, the fear, the whispered stories in the halls, this would be light. This would be a beginning. And sitting there, watching Aurora scribble notes with determination
