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~Elara's POV
My father walked in not long after, his footsteps firm but light, like he was holding back a smile. The moment I saw his face, I knew something good was coming.
"Elara," he said warmly. "My daughter."
I turned to him at once. "Father."
He came closer and placed his hands on my shoulders, looking at me with pride so clear it almost made me shy. "I am proud of you," he said. "Very proud."
My chest swelled. "Thank you, Father."
He glanced at my mother, who was already smiling, her eyes bright. "I have told the town crier," he continued. "The news has been spread across the pack. Our princess is getting married."
I gasped softly. "Already?"
He chuckled. "Yes. And Alpha Darlon will arrive tomorrow with his council. They will sit with us and choose a date for your wedding."
My hands flew to my chest. "Tomorrow?" I asked, barely able to contain my excitement.
My mother laughed gently. "Look at her. She can hardly breathe from happiness."
