Michael’s POV
I was surrounded by all faces. Some are relieved, angry, confused, and even happy. I specifically searched for happy expressions. There weren't many, but there was enough that made me confident in my decision to tell the pack everything.
Murmurs filled the crowd. Confusion controlled many of the faces and I knew that this was far from over. I allowed the crowd to talk amongst themselves as I exited the stage.
"What the hell are you thinking? A human? I won't allow this.”
I know my father was going to be the first to greet me with insults and disapproval. His slur of insults didn't stop as I searched for Havana. There was nothing that my father could say that would change how I felt. There was a weight lifted off my chest.
Havana's crystal blue eyes sparkled from the crowd. It was the only thing that I needed to know that everything would be okay. A small smile played on my lips as I watched her from across the front lawn. She was radiant walking through the crowd.