N.F. Coeur 的作品

Emory--Orson isn’t dressed in any particular way– slacks and a polo to mark the occasion as deserving more than his habitual jeans. Logan and I seem way overdressed next to him, but we’re also the leaders of this pack so maybe it’s fitting. I can see Mama already crying in my peripheral vision as Logan pulls me to the head of the clearing so we can take Dan and Erin’s place standing across from each other in front of Orson. So far, it’s very like any wedding ceremony I’ve seen. The biting is new, but really it’s not incredibly different from “You may now kiss the bride.” There was some light applause, and that wave of whatever it was that made everyone uncomfortable in their pants, but everything else seemed mostly normal. Dan and Erin have joined the rest of the crowd and are straining with the effort of keeping their hands off of each other.

Emory--We all troop the mile or so to the clearing in Central Park that the pack uses for full moon ceremonies. I can’t help but think we need to get a place that Logan or the pack owns privately in order to keep paparazzi or anyone else from seeing something they shouldn’t. We’re technically in a public place right now, which makes the thought of after all the more terrifying. The closer we get to the actual ceremony, though, the more sensual that fear becomes. It’s almost a turn on in and of itself. I’m not sure when I became an exhibitionist, but I’m glad it happened before I needed to do this. I’m more glad than ever that I agreed to let another couple have their ceremony before ours. Logan said theirs would be sim

Logan--Terri makes it around to her youngest and rubs her back, half in affection and half to get her to simmer down. “They prefer to be called wolf shifters, honey. Mind your mouth.” Elliana shoots me an apologetic glance before she forgets about me again in her ardent perusal of Emory’s look.“Look at you– my little girl. I remember you the day you were born, with your hair like a campfire on top of your head. I never thought I’d see you…” Bill manfully clears his throat again and lets it drop. I catch myself getting choked up as well.Nanette, not one to be forgotten, pipes in as well. “Absolutely perfect, Emory dear. You look just as beautiful as any Luna could.”Emory blushes at all the att

Logan--Emory emerges from her “getting ready” room, and I’m waiting for her in the hallway. I think I was supposed to wait for her in the dining room with her family and the Triple Threat of elders, but I just had to be the first to see her. Terri discreetly sneaks around the two of us while I stand rooted to the floor. Her smile is more subdued than I thought it would be– I recommended Hazel and Liza to help her get ready because they’re already friends and have a tendency to bring a party to whoever they’re around at the time– but she is an absolute vision. Her hair is bunched up and curled at the crown of her head, with a braid wrapping around like a natural tiara, and the dress looks like something a tree spirit would have worn to her wedding. There are all kinds of leaves and flowers in the lace tha

Emory-After breakfast, I’m immediately shuttled into a guest room with good lighting to get my hair and makeup done for the ceremony tonight. Bryan and Hunter weren’t fans of me wearing one of Logan’s button down shirts to breakfast, but it’s the easiest way to get ready without ruining everything by taking a shirt off over my head. The dress Mama and I found has a zipper, so I’ll step into it and pull it up from the bottom. I never thought, making my New Year’s resolutions, that I’d be getting married in just a few months. I guess I’m better at manifesting than I realized. The getting ready room is almost… lonely. Just me, Mama, and the ladies helping me to get ready. I have Liza doing my hair and Hazel doing my makeup. I’m getting a weird vibe from Hazel, but Liza is super sweet. She

Logan--I look down at Emory’s sleeping face. I know she didn’t sleep well last night. I’m betting it was because she was followed again over the weekend– she and Terri didn’t go back out on Sunday like they were planning to before, and it seemed like all the fun had gone out of it for them. I asked if she wanted to talk about anything, but she declined. Silverson told me they had to make evasive maneuvers, that the tail was harder to lose than previous times, but Emory never brought it up and I didn’t want it to seem like I was monitoring her. Technically, I have been monitoring her, but not in the way she would immediately think. It’s not a lack of trust in her so much as a lack of trust in everyone else to leave her alone. That might be something we have to talk about before any telepathy happens. I’d like a chance to choose the right words for that particular conversation.