(Kaden POV)
I can do this.
I can do this.
I can do this.
This is for Katerina.
This is for her.
I repeat these lines over and over as I stand with my dad, sliding my tuxedo on, and brushing down the material.
My hair is styled, my clothes are perfect, as are my shoes and I am dressed and ready.
Mum enters the room with tears in her eyes, "look at my baby boy! You look so handsome Kaden!" She hugs me while sobbing quietly.
I chuckle, "it's alright mum. Don't worry. You knew I was gonna grow up one day!"
Weeping mothers are not fun, I can assure you.
I have my vows memorised down to a t.
I am sure I can handle this.
If I lose my train of thought, just wing it. I've done it enough times.
"It's time." One of the pack wolves alerts me, popping his head round the door.
I nod, and turn back to the mirror; trying to remove even the tiniest speck of dust from my clothes.
I need to be perfect.