Avery’s POV
The night of the full moon arrived and I found myself unexpectedly nervous as I was getting ready.
My first wedding night had been full of anything but romance. I had been fighting for my own survival within the pack. Dierdra had just been ‘rescued’, and I knew no one would believe my suspicions about her and her mark.
I had been frantically trying to brew an antidote, the one that was ultimately used to unmask her, and my thoughts were entirely concerned with warning Gideon.
This time there were no guests to greet, no feast afterwards. There would be no witnesses to the ceremony, and no formal pack alliance paperwork to sign. All of our contracts had already been ratified.
So why did this ceremony feel more terrifying than the last?
Perhaps with all the ‘extras’ stri
