“No. I have my father, brother, sister, and Laura. That is it.” I say trying to clear it up for him.
“Hmm. Okay. What color do you want your bridesmaids to wear? It has to be one of your pack colors. You and I will be wearing white and gold for mine and the groomsmen and bridesmaids will be wearing your pack colors.” He asks.
“Then why would I need to choose if they will be wearing both?” I ask. I don’t understand this sh*t.
“Because yours will wear one color while mine will wear the other. It signifies the unity between us.” He says.
“Purple I guess.” I say the first color that comes out.
“You really aren’t into planning this ceremony are you?” He asks.
“Nope.” I say and pop the “p”.
“Most women have every aspect thought about for their ceremony day.” He says.
“Well most women won’t be planning their fake ceremony.” I counter.
“So if it was a real ceremony you would want to plan it?” He asks. He is reading into what I am saying.
“No. I have no interest in planning any ceremony. Why would I have planned details on a ceremony that is never going to happen?” I ask.
“Right… so the last question is answered for me then. I’m guessing you don’t have any special requests on any of the wedding details.” He says. I think about it and there is one.
“Gardenias.” I say. He looks up at me in surprise.
“Gardenias?” He asks. “There he goes again.” Fen grumbles in my head.
“Yes.” I say, really not wanting to hear him repeat me.
“After that speech you just gave me about not planning a ceremony. You say you want gardenias. Why?” He asks. I sigh knowing that I can’t avoid the question.
“They were my mother’s favorite flower.” I answer, trying to avoid the emotion of her loss I still feel.
“Okay. I will put them down. We can substitute the typical roses for gardenia’s.” He says taking his pen and writing down at the end of the paper.
“What else?” I ask, hoping there isn’t much more of this ceremony stuff.
“Well, you will need to go dress shopping, and remember when you do, to get a robe for the pack run. Normally the queens wear a white robe. Some have gold details, but you will be able to choose what you want.” He says.
“Pack run?” I ask.
“Yes. After the reception there is a pack run. This allows the pack to recognize your wolf and it is bonding time with them.” He says.
“Oh. I won’t be doing that.” I say. He looked baffled.
“It is a tradition.” He tries to argue.
“I don’t shift. Therefore I will not be doing it.” I say which baffles him even more.
“What do you mean you can’t shift? You have a wolf.” He says. I can feel his confusion.
“I never said I can’t shift. I said I don’t shift.” I answer.
“Well if you can shift then you are doing the run. It will help the pack members know that if they see your wolf, you are not a threat. They won’t attack.” He says trying to defend the run.
“Did it help when you did it with your fated mate?” I ask. I feel his aggression and I know I hit a nerve.
“What do you mean? We did the run, as is tradition.” He grits out.
“I mean did it help when your mate attacked your pack? Did they know not to attack her because they knew her wolf? They knew she wasn’t a threat, but she really was. Call it insurance. If I ever turn on you and the pack then they will know to attack me because they have never seen my wolf.” I say. I feel his anger start to roll off of him.
“It is a tradition.” He says in a deadly tone.
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