Alpha Wyatt
I couldn’t be any luckier, even if it’s just for now, I have him and he has me.
“Let us proceed,” Sirena announces as Wyatt steps back, “I’m right here babe,” he says, smiling at me, feeling my nervousness through our mate bond.
“I call upon the Moon Goddess, mother of all wolves, Goddess of the moon, we call upon you to bestow your blessed gift to your great-granddaughter Remi Esmersay Dawson,” Sirena yells out, to my surprise, there was an answer.
Fog creeps over, a woman, a goddess appears, my many greats, Grandmother Diane, a wolf beside her, beautiful and white like my wolf, the same purple eyes as me.