I gulped. "Do I look okay?" One hand smoothed out invisible creases in my dress whilst the other brushed back any stray hair that might have fallen out of place. Emma had curled it and brushed it to one side, holding it together with a thick, black leather clasp.
Dera slapped my hand away, "Stop fretting, you look gorgeous." My tongue shot out and ran across my dry lips.
"She's right," Cole agreed. "You've got yourself a hot little mate there, man." He patted Adan's back.
Despite our bodies being naturally hot, mine was burning up so much, Adan's hand felt almost cool.
A round of applause met us as we, together with Alpha Peter and Luna Sara, and my parents, stepped on to the raised decking and faced our packs.