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245. Finally
SOUNDTRACK: “Don’t Give Up on Me” by Andy Grammar
*****
~ MACK ~
I had been shitting myself. Absolutely, one hundred percent, about-to-claw-my-own-hair-off, crapping my pants.
When Cara told me about the human traditions around a wedding, and what she was planning to do with Rig for their vow renewal—which included not seeing or sleeping with each other the day before the ceremony, which sounded crazy—I’d joked with Natalie that we should do that too. I’d thought it would be cute and maybe increase anticipation for when we did come back together after the ceremony.
I hadn’t banked on my mate getting cold feet about doing this in front of the packs, and how her nerves would kick my insecurities into gear—and that the whole damn thing would b
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