I had never wanted to disappear so much. I had Wren by my side, and she was finally mine. I wanted nothing more than to sweep my new bride into my arms and sneak her away to my room. Finally make her my own in the most natural of ways. But, I had the eyes of all our guests upon us, not to mention, Wren was wanting to go and see her mother. But many guests were halting our progress wanting to wish us well...
We smiled politely. Told our story of how we met. We were wished well. And my irritation only built with every new guest. But, as we moved a little further around the training field that was decorated elegantly for the party, I felt my mate tense beside me. "Why the hell is he talking to her?!" She demanded. "Patrick said he would look after her!"
