In his arms
It had been raining at the time, much like the weather now, April mused, taking another sip of wine.
4 years earlier...
The whole pack had gathered to watch her misery, it was almost midnight, and the rain was pouring down almost as if the Goddess herself was crying, about to witness an event that went against her very wishes.
April could hear the thunder as she was bought outside, her thin shift quickly becoming soaked in the ferocity of the storm as the rain showed no mercy, and there he was, waiting for her, the alpha's son born for greatness, her fated mate, and the boy she had told every secret to as they grew up together when they were best friends, and hierarchy hadn't separated them.