Page 96 of Pack: Posy 3

"Well, I doubt many high school seniors around here wear diamonds and carry Louis Vuitton handbags," Emerson laughed, "but you look adorable, so don't worry about it."

"Louis who?" I blinked up at him.

"That $2,000 designer bag you're carrying," Angelo pointed to it with a chuckle.

"What?" I stared at the pink purse hanging from my elbow. "How much?"

"Baby, we don't buy cheap stuff." Wyatt chuckled now, too. "And we warned you that we were going to spoil you."

Biting my bottom lip, I took a deep breath in through my nose. I was more nervous being the guardian of such expensive items than I was about starting school!

Laughing, Wyatt tugged me along, and the others followed us into the school and down the hall to the main office.

"Well, as I live and breathe," chirped an older blonde woman at the counter. "Wyatt Black, and without a discipline referral in his hand."

"Hey, Mrs. Grizzard." Wyatt smiled at her and tugged me closer. "No referral, but a bride. This is my wife, Posy."

That's right. I was legally married to Wyatt in the human world.

Their laws didn't allow for more than two people in a marriage, or I would have married all of my mates. In the end, we decided Wyatt would be a good choice for a few reasons. Many people at school would remember him as the popular football and wrestling team captain, and he had a reputation for being someone you didn't want to mess with. The boys hoped that would add a layer of protection, just like my wedding rings and having pack members in all my classes.

Andhe won Rock-Paper-Scissors.

So the six of us dressed in our fancy clothes from the luna ceremony, went to the Justice of the Peace in the human town, signed some paperwork, and went out to lunch. Mason had the marriage certificate framed and hung in the home office next to the photo of all of us standing outside the courthouse.

So now we had our legal bases covered in the human world, although marriage meant little compared to marking and mating each other.

"Oh, my!" Mrs. Grizzard put her hands on her cheeks as her eyes widened. "Congratulations! It's lovely to meet you, dear. I got to know Wyatt quite well during his four years here."

"Thank you," I murmured. "And I'm sure he kept everyone on their toes."

"You have no idea," she laughed, "especially if Ash Mitchell was involved."

"Posy and her younger brother are enrolling here, Mrs. Grizzard." Wyatt tipped his head toward Thoreau. "We have an appointment with Mr. Varner and Ms. Terrell to get them set up and talk about their schedules."

"Yes, I have the small conference room ready for your meeting. Let's get you all settled there, then I'll fetch the others."

"Thank you, Mrs. Grizzard."

She was as good as her word, sitting us around a long table in comfy black chairs with wheels. Thoreau spun his around and around until Emerson made him stop, and just in time for Mrs. Grizzard to come back with two older adults.

"Wyatt Black." The man smiled and held out his hand. "I hear congratulations are in order?"

"That's right." Wyatt stood and shook his hand, his chest puffed out proudly as he turned to me. "This is my wife, Posy."

"Pleasure to meet you," I said quietly and kept my hands folded in my lap.

"Likewise, Mrs. Black. I'm Principal Edwin Varner."

He didn't look concerned that we were married. Unlike that clerk at the courthouse, who'd lectured us about being too young, Mr. Varner looked genuinely happy for us. That made me like him a little bit. When he turned toward Emerson and Angelo and didn't even blink at their clasped hands, I decided I liked him even more.

"I take it one of you is Posy's older brother?" he asked them.

"That's right." Emerson stood and shook the principal's hand. "I'm Emerson del Vecchio. This is my husband, Angelo, and my baby brother, Thoreau. He's fifteen, but we have no idea where he is academically because he hasn't been in school for several years now."

I was still getting used to hearing Emerson introduce himself that way, but he'd told me that he took Angelo's last name because he wanted no connection to his parents, and I couldn't blame him.

"Yes, when Wyatt made the appointment, he said there were unusual circumstances."

---