Abel
The ceremony day dawned perfect - clear skies, gentle breeze, the kind of ideal weather that felt like a blessing. I hadn't seen Millicent since the night before, pack tradition demanding separation before the bonding. It was supposed to purify our intentions or some such thing. All it did was make me restless and irritable.
"You're going to wear a hole in the floor," Camden observed from where he lounged in my suite, ostensibly keeping me company but really just making sure I didn't break tradition and go find Millicent.
"This is stupid," I growled, pacing another circuit. "We've been sleeping in the same bed for six weeks. One night apart isn't going to make the bond stronger."
"Tradition is tradition," Camden said mildly. "Besides, it'll make seeing her at the ceremony more imp
