Two moons, Two mates

The Ceremony

I know the last chapter was short, but what we think? do i write more in his POV?

-M.K.

Clemm's Pov-

     I walk into the second tent, a glass of champagne in my hand, and I realize that each tent has a theme. The previous had been earth, food grown for the pack displayed in delicious dishes I had sampled. Selena and I were okay money wise, but we weren't as well off as the pack was. I planned on eating my fill if I was forced to attend.
     The amount of eyes on what I did were not lost on me. I held my head high and smiled politely, the few still bold enough to keep staring getting a full toothy smile from me that they'd scoff at making me widen the grin. If anyone wanted to start something, I'd have no problem ending it. This tents theme was water, lights and projections making it seem like water was dancing on the ceiling and I don't hide my awe in the details as I slowly sip my champagne. Something about the light calming me in a way that I had long since forgotten.

A hand is placed on my lower back and I lower my eyes from the ocean projection and see Mrs. Brook, my breath catching in my throat. Of course I'd run into her tonight, but I hadn't seen them in so long that sometimes part of me tried to convince myself none of my memories were real.

"Hello Clemmentine, long time no see." She says giving me a half smile, my stomach dropping at the sight of her. Her usual brown hair had thinned and greyed, dark circles under her eyes I somehow knew were from crying and not the lack of sleep, though I was sure she suffered from both.

"Hello, Mrs. Brook."I said smiling back, showing her the little bit of kindness she had once showed me when trying to get me out of the scene that was quick to follow.

"It's still just Beth, Clemmentine. Please, call me Beth." She said, a pleading in her voice causing it to crack making me pause.

"I know..Beth. How are you?" I say trying the foreign name on my tongue, her eyes momentarily closing at the sound.

"I've been keeping myself busy. Did you hear that Edwa-" she pauses, clearing her throat. "That my husband died in the commotion you were a part of?" She says, her hand holding my wrist to steady me. I'm taken aback by the news, though I suppose no one could have ever told me.The flash of his wink asking me about the staring contest my last memory of him.

"I hadn't Mrs..Beth. I hadn't heard. I'm so sorry." I say unsure what else to offer the woman who in times of poverty over the last few years lent me the memory of her smile to keep me warm. She shrugs, her thumb grazing over the scar on my left wrist once made by the handcuffs I had broken out of, a new reason to hate the alpha other than for my own pain and suffering rising to the surface. I want to ask about Sawyer, I desperately want to know if he's okay, but I don't. I lost that right when I ran away.

"Well, he fought bravely. I'm sure he would hate if his memory was left in such a state so let's change the subject, how have you been?" She asks, her hand dropping from my wrist as I sip my champagne again, unsure how to process what I've just heard. But with her question hanging between us I feel several other wolves lean into the convo, hoping to get info they can bring to the alpha. Ha, as if.

"Well, I've been a bit of everywhere. Me and my best friend Selena." I smile, motioning for Selena to come and join us. "Selena is a healer, and was once part of the-"

"I know who she is, Selena so good to see you." Beth smiles, her attention moving to someone calling her name as my eyes stay fixed on Selena. They know each other? How? I open my mouth to ask them both before Beth leaves and joins the woman I had just seen with Sawyer in the woods. Of course they would know each other, and it's a sudden enough reminder that I should of course ask Selena all of this later.