Redhawk Caldera Webster's Dictionary defines 'wedding' as the fusing of two metals with a hot torch.

She was surrounded by her most beloved, most cherished wolves alive. She greeted them with gentle nudges and murmurs in turn, smiling broadly, drawing them into her orbit. And when they all had arrived. . .

My mother once told me she was rescued by a prince, Lilitu said. That prince was my father. And so, I was born. Now—how can I deny a prince, part of one of our allies?

She fell silent for a moment, swallowing, then continued. I think. . .I want to go, she whispered. I want to try, at least. And Teya said she'd bring me back, if things went wrong, she added, with a thankful look toward the woman.

But maybe they won't. Maybe this is my destiny.

Lilitu breathed deep, and looked to her leadership, head canted in question. What do you think?