EXTRA 3: Marriage
Money rained down on the very street where the procession passed through. The cheering crowd, the giggling children, the clanking of the gold coins on the pavement, the sound of uniformed howls—it was a festive day for a national holiday, the royal wedding.
Leading the procession was the Wolf King in his dashing imperial garbs, leaving young women—single shewolves and common folks—giggling in their spots upon merely witnessing the noble grandeur of the newly crowned Wolf King.
Amid the trail of lovestruck stares fixated on him, Dylan's eyes were fixated on the pack house where his future wife was waiting.
The moment the procession stopped right in front of the opened gates of the pack house, Dylan did not wait for the royal announcement. He dismounted from
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