Chapter 200

Draven's POV As I walked down the aisle with Clara on my arm, I couldn't help but marvel at how Caroline had planned every detail of our ceremony with such careful precision. The garden of the pack house had been transformed into a wedding paradise, with wooden benches decorated with ivory silk ribbons arranged in perfect rows. Large crystal vases filled with white and red tulips, which symbolized our eternal love and devotion, lined the entrance path. At the altar stood an ancient wooden table carved with the symbols of our pack, and behind it, an elegant wooden arch draped with flowing white fabric and covered with fresh tulips. When I reached my place, my eyes fell on the front bench where two empty spaces had been reserved. There, sitting on the bench, were silver framed portraits of my parents, each with a white tulip placed before them. My throat tightened. Caroline had found a way to make my parents present on this most important day, ensuring everyone knew they were here in spi