Lyla
I never thought a Joining Ceremony could be planned in less than six hours, but here I was, sitting in front of a mirror while Clarissa applied the finishing touches to my makeup. The other women bustled around us, fussing over every detail of Ramsey's mother's joining gown that now hung waiting for me.
The day had passed in a whirlwind after Ramsey and I reconciled. He'd taken me straight to Elder Eldric to share the news about the babies. Our visit to the pack hospital confirmed what I'd suspected—I was exactly twelve weeks along. The ultrasound images of our tiny twins had made both Ramsey and his grandfather tear up with joy.
When we'd mentioned getting married tomorrow, Elder Eldric had waved us off with a dismissive gesture. "Nonsense," he'd declared. "I'll handle everything. You'll be joined before nightfall."
And somehow, impossibly, he'd made it happen.
