Picnic

KACELA

I’ve been married for three weeks, now.  When we got back to the pack there were a few things we needed to take care of.  Lia had named the girls Emily and Rachel and she had spent some time trying to find any relatives that they may have alive.  When the extensive search pulled up nothing, she and Jarrett adopted them.

There was a quiet ceremony for the girls to be adopted.  We knew that they were shifters.  My wolf could sense it and Dex was a little unsettled about the whole thing.  We would find out when they aged what sort of creature they were.  Lia was not worried.  Neither was Dali.  I worried enough for the both of us.

My coronation ceremony was set for two weeks.  The castle was in a bustle, planning for it, and I had relinquished most of the duties to the house mother.  I didn’t particularly care about the color of my napkins, much to Lia’s mirth, so I left the finer details to Mrs. Wolt