Sheila’s POV

It’s been three months since Dad came home with the news about my wedding. I agreed three months from that day and I’ve lived my life as a wife-to-be since. I waited, counting each day before this day would arrive.

“You are still in bed,” Mother said as she pulled the door open, but to her dismay. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out of the window at the horizon.

A marriage between two top packs was a subject of intensity, as attacks could also happen on the same day. The saying of killing two birds with one stone could very well apply in these...