IN THE MORNING
MICHAEL
I didn't think the castle could get louder than yesterday, but apparently wedding mornings were their own kind of storm. The corridors buzzed with magic, laughter, and far too many voices shouting 'Where are the rings?!' or 'Don't let the alpha see the groom before the final blessing!' Someone even started playing the ceremonial drums early, which set off every wolf in the northern wing into a chorus of howls. I sat in front of the vanity, trying not to move while Rose waged a war against my hair.
"Stop fidgeting." She said, wrestling another braid into place. "You keep moving and I'll have to start over."
"I thought this was supposed to be relaxing."I sighed.
"It's not. It's holy." She said flatly, weaving silver thread into the braid with quick, precise fingers.
"The Goddess said your hair should shimmer like moonlight. I'm trying not to anger a divine being before breakfast."
