Winter faded into spring and if snow still clung to the mountains around Moonwood Mill, warmth came quickly to the town itself. Word had spread quickly through the town, of the coming marriage of Jake Volkov and Beth Moonrunner.
The fated day had finally come. Jake, in his rented suit, relaxed by playing his guitar while Beth, in her homemade dress, stopped her frantic preparations to watch him for a moment.
"How can I relax?" Beth laughed. "We're getting married. I can't believe it."
"Deep breath," Jake smiled, turned her around massaging her shoulders. "Everything set. Everyone's here. All we have to do is show up and say the words."
"You're amazing," Beth sighed.
"Well," Jake said, "I've got to be so I can keep up with how great you are."
"Let's get married," Beth smiled.
"Hey, that's an idea," Jake grinned.
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On the green of Prowler's Patch, the old picnic tables had been moved aside to make room for a wedding. Friends and family gathered to celebrate, while Kristopher, as pack leader, officiated...
... and Beth's baby brother, Freddie, made sure everything was organized and running smoothly with all the dedication and enthusiasm only a toddler possessed. (Miranda, watching from her place at the head of the aisle, wondered if Jake knew he would soon have a budding new pack leader for a brother-in-law.)
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