The music softly faded into the rustling of the pine trees. I stood before Caleb, my hands safe within his, the glowing fairy lights above us casting a golden halo over his dark hair.
"Before the Alpha and Luna exchange their vows," the pack Elder, an ancient, silver-haired wolf, announced with a warm smile, stepping forward to the altar. "We call upon the Golden Heir to present the rings."
This was the moment we had practiced.
At the back of the aisle, a collective "Awwww" echoed through the crowd.
Standing there was little Leo. He was wearing a tiny, perfectly tailored black tuxedo that matched Caleb’s. His little bowtie was slightly crooked. He was holding a small velvet pillow with two silver rings tied to it.
Leo, who had just mastered the art of walking without immediately
