“I can live with that.”
“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”
My first friend, the boy I used to love, is now the man I love unabashedly.
Epilogue
October 11th, the following year
Istand in the gazebo with Jonas at my back. Delphine stands between us as the crowd waits in foldable wooden chairs, staring at me. I could have never imagined this would be the crowd at my wedding. Not only do witches and shifters sit next to each other, but add in a vampire and other interesting supernaturals, I never could have imagined. But this is how it was supposed to be.
“It was meant to be,” Delphine whispers. She still scares the shit out of me sometimes. I never know exactly what’s a vision and what’s reality, but one thing is for certain, I will never get on her bad side.
“Gotta say, I never thought I’d see you in a suit man,” Jonas says, as Paige walks their son down the aisle. He’s the flower boy, but his walking is a little messy. “God, he looks fucking cute,” Jonas says and I smile, watching my nephew.
“You did good.”
“Paige and I want to try again soon,” he says.
Everyone coos at the little boy as he waddles his way up to the gazebo, grinning with only a few baby teeth as I hold out my arms. He eagerly lets me pick him up.
“Uncle Si is your favorite, isn’t he?” I ask him as Jonas tsks behind me.
“Give me my son,” he says.
“Oh, but you don’t want that. You want me to hold you throughout my wedding ceremony, don’t you?”
Jonas rolls his eyes, and I hand him his son as the music plays.
Candles float above the crowd, and purple petals are randomly tossed about the aisle.
Next, Walter and Marie prance down the aisle, both of their noses high and proud. The ring box jingles against his collar as he walks it down the aisle. When he reaches the gazebo I bend down and unlatch it, scratching his chin and then Marie’s. He gives me an eyeroll, and Marie bites his ear, but there’s no heat to it. I’ve been feeding the little bastard small scraps here and there until he eventually gave up on hating me. At least Marie has made him somewhat less of an asshole. I guess love will do that to a man.
Ember walks down first wearing a cinched deep purple dress. She smiles widely, blowing a kiss at her plus one as he sits there covered head to toe in black, sunglasses covering his eyes and an umbrella clutched in his gloved fist.
She takes her place across from us and I smile at her as Iris walks down the aisle next, her smile not as wide, but still genuine as she walks toward the gazebo. A very cautious glance at her plus one who was purposely sat in the back row.
Iris takes her place next to Ember as the music softens and Violet walks down the aisle, her mother and father on each side of her.
Her dress is a cream silk that wraps around every delicious curve of her body. It’s nearly reminiscent of that ridiculous nightgown she wore when we got married at the courthouse.
“Beautiful,”Thorin says, and I smile down the aisle as my wife approaches.
Her hair is in loose curls, clearly protected by magic as a crown of dark purple and forest green leaves rest on top of her head.
Violet’s smile is radiant and her mother and father look proud as they bring her to the gazebo.
Oberyn and Lavender kiss her cheeks. Watching their relationship grow over the last year has been a blessing. They’ve built a home in between the pack lands and the center of town, but they come over often.
Lavender has been mentoring her to be High Priestess in the right way, and I know when Violet’s time comes she’ll be ready, but for now we get to live. Oberyn and I have gotten extremely close. Jonas is still my second in command, but Oberyn is a close second. He spearheaded the council and we’ve brought Pack Moon Walker into a new era.
Oberyn takes Violet’s hand and places it in mine, before slapping my shoulder and they take their seats.
The witches place their wands in the air and we watch in complete magnificence as the area surrounding us darkens, only the tremendous amount of candle and fairy lights shining in the space.
Violet smiles, squeezing my hands as Delphine starts the ceremony.
There are no hard as hell circuit court benches, or unenthused witnesses. No, this is the wedding Violet deserves. The people who love us the most surrounding us as we take new vows to one another.
