LOGINMary Ann’s POVOne year later.There were children in my garden.Six of them.Possibly seven.They moved too quickly for me to count properly.“Stop running near the fountain!”Nobody listened.I lowered my paintbrush and stared through the open doors of my studio.A little girl darted past carrying a wooden sword while two boys chased her.“I am Alpha!” she shouted.“You can’t be Alpha!” one boy yelled.“Why?”“Because I am!”“You can both be Alpha,” another child suggested.“No!”I smiled.Apparently, political reform had not reached children’s games yet.My studio occupied most of the greenhouse Modric and I had argued about the morning after our second wedding.I had won.Obviously.The eastern side remained a proper greenhouse, filled with wildflowers, herbs, and several plants Greta insisted would die because I forgot to water them.She was correct about three.The western side was mine.Large windows.Canvases.Paint.Shelves filled with brushes.Finished and unfinished pieces
Mary Ann’s POVSeveral months later.Modric hated the northern cliffs.Not because they were ugly.Not because the journey had been difficult.Not even because I had forced him to leave Ironclaw for an entire week without allowing him to turn the trip into an unofficial inspection of neighboring packs.He hated the wind.“This is unreasonable.”I continued painting.Modric stood several feet behind me with his coat pulled tightly around his body.I smiled.“What is unreasonable?”“The weather.”“It is beautiful.”“It is trying to kill us.”I looked toward the sea.The northern cliffs were exactly as I had imagined them.Perhaps better.Dark rock stretched along the coastline in both directions. Far below us, enormous waves crashed against the cliff walls, leaving white foam across the black stones.The sky was pale.The sea seemed endless.Wild grass covered the land behind us, bending beneath the constant wind.Beautiful.Wild.Free.I dipped my brush into blue paint.“You are a were
Modric’s POVI woke before Mary Ann.For several seconds, I did not move.Morning light slipped through the curtains, falling across the bed and the woman sleeping beside me.My wife.The word should not have felt new.Mary Ann had legally been my wife for a long time.But this morning, it did.She was lying on her stomach, her face turned toward me, one hand beneath the pillow and the other resting between us. Her hair was everywhere.I smiled.Then memory arrived.Our first wedding morning.I had not woken beside her.I had not even slept in the Luna Wing.I had spent our wedding night with Velvera.By morning, Mary Ann had been alone in a bed prepared for two people.I remembered returning later.I remembered avoiding her eyes.I remembered behaving as though she was the inconvenience.The memory hit hard enough that the bond shifted.Mary Ann stirred.I immediately forced myself away from the past.Not today.I was not going to turn our first morning after the second wedding into
Mary Ann’s POVOur first wedding reception had felt like a council meeting with music.Everyone had watched everyone else.Ironclaw had watched Mooncrest.Mooncrest had watched Ironclaw.The elders had watched Modric and me as though every glance between us needed to confirm that the alliance was working.I had spent most of that night wondering whether my new husband wanted to escape.He had.Tonight, my husband was trying to stop Kylian from telling three packs about the first time he attempted to court me.“And then,” Kylian announced, raising his glass, “our mighty Alpha spent nearly forty minutes choosing a book.”The garden erupted with laughter.I covered my face.Modric stood beside me.“Kylian.”Kylian ignored him.“He had survived assassination attempts.”“Kylian.”“Political rebellions.”“Kylian.”“Silver poisoning.”“That was not me.”“Not relevant.”More laughter.Kylian pointed dramatically toward Modric.“But put this man inside a library and tell him he needs to choose
Modric’s POV“Entirely.”One word.That was all Mary Ann said.Yet somehow it affected me more than any vow from our first wedding.Entirely.She was here because she wanted to be.Not because Mooncrest needed an alliance.Not because Ironclaw needed stability.Not because a seer had spoken.Not because the mate bond demanded anything.She had walked half the aisle alone, stopped in front of me, and chosen me.My eyes burned again.Mary Ann noticed immediately.Her lips curved.“If you blame the wind again, no one will believe you.”A few guests laughed.I lowered my voice.“Can we discuss my dignity later?”“You still have some?”“Barely.”Tomas cleared his throat.“We could continue the wedding.”“Yes,” I said.Mary Ann smiled.“Please.”Liora stepped aside, leaving Tomas between us.“No traditional vows will be used today,” he said. “Mary Ann and Modric have written their own.”My stomach tightened.Kylian was somewhere behind me.I could practically feel his amusement.I ignored h
Mary Ann’s POVThe garden did not look like a place where treaties were signed.That was the first thing I noticed.There was no raised throne.No giant Ironclaw banner behind the altar.No Nightveil crown waiting on a cushion.No Mooncrest council seated in a position of honor above everyone else.Instead, the three pack symbols appeared quietly around the garden.Ironclaw’s black wolf.Mooncrest’s silver crescent.Nightveil’s midnight branch.Equal.Separate.None larger than the others.Exactly as I wanted.And everywhere, there were wildflowers.So many wildflowers.Purple moonbells from Mooncrest.Silverleaf blossoms from Nightveil.White forest flowers gathered by Ironclaw children.The combination created a scent so familiar that I stopped near the entrance and laughed softly.Greta turned toward me.“What?”“It smells like me.”She looked around proudly.“That was intentional.”“Of course it was.”“You said wildflowers.”“I did not realize you meant every wildflower in three t







