Sweetest Devotion | ✓

twenty-three

"An Irish Party in Third Class" -Gaelic Storm

     Music was the first thing Bonnie noticed when arriving at the packhouse. The first time she was to be there was to be introduced as the Luna of the Idaho pack. She still had no idea what that entailed but she was assured by a few that it was an easy job if you were the right person.

     The mate bond between her and Sean was the proof. 

     The building looked to be a mansion or an extravagant hotel. It wasn't too flashy but you could tell it had been through a remodel. It was in the same type of cabin style as the rest of the town but had modern touches to keep up with the times. 

     Bonnie had stared at the building a little longer than necessary, making Sean, who stood next to her holding her hand, smirk down at the cute expression, tugging her around the building. A gate was found after some walking, the music becoming louder the more the couple walked. 

     The metal gate was tall to keep unwanted guests away and covered from top to bottom in foliage of the local vines that grew in the area. It was almost enchanting, Bonnie thought. Nora and the Foley siblings were waiting for the Alpha and Luna near the gate's entrance, each one had a drink in their hand. 

     Vintage style lights hung around the building to trees that surrounded the back of the estate. Creating a dream effect while lighting the garden. Bonnie could only imagine how beautiful it looked during the holidays.

     Instead of having an early morning meeting to initiate both her and Nora into the pack, due to the drama of Bonnie's dream, Sean thought it a better idea to push it till that evening. Sean assured her that the pack was very small and the festivities wouldn't be grand.

     He compared it to a barbeque and that made Bonnie's anxiety lessen.

     Nora smiled over at the couple once they were seen. Savannah squealed and ran to them, instantly bringing Bonnie into a short and tight hug. She was so excited that she began to jump on her toes. 

     From the mixture of whatever was in the skinny blonde's drink, the Gaelic music being played by a live band, and her mate giving her attention, Savannah was gleaming. She never thought she would be so happy and when the Alpha and Luna walked through the gate, her heart soared from the sight of them. 

     Savannah, in between her giggling, began to talk a mile a minute. Sean had sent a pleading look to both Marcus and Nora, begging them to come save them from the bouncing blonde in front of them. 

      "Finally ya'll are here!" Nora came up from behind Savannah, wrapping an arm around her waist, "When ya told me Ida was a party planner, I thought we were talkin' dollar store and cheap birthday cakes. I didn't know she was a professional."

     Bonnie let out a small laugh with furrowed brows, "Why would you think that?"

     The white-haired witch shrugged while taking a swig of her drink, "I don't know. Guess I've never met a real-life party planner. She knows her shit. This place is beautiful."

     Speak of the devil and she shall appear, Ida swiftly walked over to the group with a bewildered smile. A large leather planner was in her arm, balanced on her hip, her short hair straightened to perfection, and dressed in business casual wear. 

     "Thank the goddess you're both here. Some elders were starting to get antsy and want to start in a few minutes. Is that alright, Alpha?"

     He took less than a second to respond, "Yes, of course. Lead the way."