Seraphina's laughter was still ringing in my ears as Ethan led me toward his car—now our family car, I supposed. The wedding reception had finally come to an end, with my mother and Alistair heading off to their honeymoon suite in a flurry of rose petals and well-wishes.
"Ready to see your new digs?" Ethan asked, opening the passenger door for me.
I slid into the seat, careful with my dress. "Is it weird that I'm nervous? I've lived in the same little apartment since we arrived at Silver Moon."
"Nah, it's normal." Ethan started the engine. "But trust me, you're going to love it. Dad had your room specially designed."
My heart warmed at that. Alistair had been nothing but kind since he and my mother began dating. Still, it was strange to think I'd be living in the Gamma's residence—a place I'd only glimpsed from afar, a symbol of pack hierarchy that had always seemed out of my reach.
