Jasmine’s POV
The morning of our mating ceremony arrived. The pack house felt split into two different worlds.
On one side, there were white flowers, silk ribbons, and sweet bakery treats. On the other side, armed guards stood everywhere.
It felt like half a wedding and half a war camp.
I genuinely wish we could have done this at a more peaceful time but peace never comes to us because it's always one thing after the other and this is our chance to be happy and I'm going to grab it with both hands.
I stood in front of the mirror in my white dress. It flowed down to the floor with simple lace sleeves. I looked like a real bride, but my heart was beating fast.
"You look so beautiful, Jas," a voice said.
I turned and saw Clara in the doorway. Jenny stood behind her in a pale blue dres
