After battling a giant, vengeful Praying Mantis and nearly dying in the process, there really is nothing like a wedding to lift one’s spirits.
Fortunately for all those who’d suffered through Koki the Mantis’ attempt to decapitate them, there were in fact two people prepared to supply just such a joyous distraction. This union would have the additional benefit of relieving a certain Steward family of their obligation in caring for their orphaned niece.
Dear reader, it was indeed the happiest of coincidences, for I was to be married off, providing a brilliant and most satisfactory conclusion to recent events.
There was however one issue that troubled me somewhat, that startled me during those brief moments in between an ever-growing list of tasks to be completed before the wedding day. My concern disturbed the early hours of sleep and summoned my wolf energy at inconvenient moments.
It had nothing to do with my fiancé who, aside from being an identity thief with an abominably outdated sense of fashion and a wickedly sharp sense of humor, was truly an appropriate match for one such as myself.
Given that I’m half-witch, part-werewolf and in possession of highly developed olfactory senses and the ability to read energy fields, I was in no position to critique his oddities.
No, my apprehensions regarding my impending nuptials revolved around another concern entirely: I was certain my current husband would not approve.