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Wolf and Trigger standing beside Beast.
Dad walking beside me.
All of it faded.
Because Beast was waiting at the end of the aisle.
He wore a dark suit.
His shoulders were broad.
His hands were clasped in front of him.
And his eyes?
His eyes were fixed on me.
Like I was the only thing in the world.
He looked nervous.
Not scared.
Beast didn’t scare easily.
But emotional.
Overwhelmed.
Happy.
His eyes shined.
And that nearly ruined me.
I smiled through my tears.
Dad walked me down the aisle.
One slow step at a time.
Then he placed my hand in Beast’s.
Beast closed his fingers around mine.
Warm.
Strong.
Certain.
Dad looked at him.
His voice rough.
“Take care of her.”
Beast looked at Dad.
