Weeks Later…

Matthew

Light fractures into soft beams of orange and yellow as the sun begins its descent toward the west, casting longer shadows on the trees, though we are far above the forest on the bare, grassy where we’ve gathered by the altar. On this evening, the air itself stirs excitement in me.

As is tradition in the Chestnut Pack, we are awaiting the sunset before beginning the ceremony.

I love everything about the traditions of my mate’s pack, which is soon to be mine as well, but I will also remain true to who I am and what it has meant to me to have my place in...