Page 221 of Wolf Roulette

I wanted him.

But he had acted strangely this past week. That didn’t mean anything, right?

Greyson hasn’t really spoken to me during the last few morning runs,Booker admitted.

Crap.We were both nervous as hell.

Rhona drove up the hill road, and I looked over Lake Thana, which extended to my left. Clean up in the lake tookweeksafter the last battle there.

Since the land fell in tribe territory, they’d taken over management of the Water businesses. But we’d employed most of the pack—they were far more experienced than us in that department. The other wolves had spread between Sandstone, Timber, and Iron.

However, in the last month, the head team and I had put together a long-term plan to decrease production across the board. Exclusivity wasn’t a bad thing, but not caring for the environment was unacceptable. In my opinion, during Herc and my grandfather’s stint as head steward, the tribe had become too greedy in what they took from the land.

We didn’t need to keep that up.

Rhona parked behind thecrowd.

Thehugecrowd.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. How many guest wolves were here? There were over two thousand in attendance. Someone had set up freakin’bleachersfor those at the back.

Wade and Cam left the car, but I gripped Rhona’s arm when she went to do the same.

“Walk down there with me,” I blurted.

“I thought this wasn’t a wedding,” she said drily.

“I lied to myself.”

She smirked, then frowned, giving me a second to understand exactly what I just asked of her. Please walk me down the aisle to your father’s murderer.

Rhona pursed her lips. “It would be my honour as your sister.”

I sniffed.

“Don’t cry.”

Yes, ma’am.

Wade hauled me out, and Cam arranged my dress around my bare feet.

“White is for virgins,” I remarked. “This is false advertising.”

Chuckles from the supernatural in the audience told me they hadn’t missed the comment.

Oops.

Wade and Cam went on ahead, and soon, a slow drumbeat started—something pack gammas contributed to most ceremonies apparently.

Rhona held out her hand, and I took it.

Sascha was waiting.

My legs dragged me toward him, and I focused on my breath and ignoring the crowd as I approached.

Grass tickled my bare feet, and I welcomed the soft autumn breeze cooling my warm face.

The crowd murmured in appreciation when they saw me, which Wade would absolutely brag about later. My friend stood at the inside of the front row, balling his damn eyes out.

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