Yellow.
That’s the color of her hair as she walks toward me. The color of the lightning on the lake. The color of the moon on what could have been our last night together.
Yellow is the color of the flowers she’s holding, a tradition from her world.
I wear a yellow carnation on my royal jacket, to recognize her culture.
Her parents walk with her, holding her arms.
We don’t just welcome one person into our pack. It’s an entire family, and they’re joining us.
My own parents stand just behind me, ready to welcome them. The ceremony isn’t small. It can’t be. Unless the world tips, Sybil and I will someday lead the continued peace on this planet.
Kings and queens, ambassadors, friends, and servants are all in attendance. Starz of the Time Agency is here, looking like he’ll pop a stitch he’s so happy.
Everyone’s eyes are fixed on her, walking toward me, down the length of the throne room. Her smile is so radiant that she may as well be the sun. She’s confident, loving, intelligent, and willing to come for me.
Time and time again.
As I have again. And always will.
She joins me. My parents greet her parents, and they stand together along the side, all smiles, handshakes, and hugs.
I am so lucky. Not just for Sybil. But for her family, too.
My pack is lucky and would benefit from the addition.
But none so much as me.
I hold out my hand, and she takes it without hesitation.
“Welcome to my pack,” I say, slipping a gold band on her finger, as is the tradition on her world. She smiles, looking even more radiant.
“Welcome to my family,” she answers, slipping a ring on my finger. Her parents helped her make it from a specially conceived metal to shift with me. So we’re never be anything but united.
I turn to face the gathered people. I smile at Starz, who’s sopping up tears with a tissue, he’s so happy. Sybil waves at the villagers from her planet. I hold up her hand.
Our parents join us.
“Our families,” I say loud enough for everyone to hear, “are now one. From this day, our packs walk the same path. We are stronger together!”
The crowd erupts in cheers and some howls, the stone walls shaking with the echoes long after they settled down.
Echoes. Like Sybil’s time echo. Leaving a trail for me to follow her. I always find her. And now, finally, keep her.
I turn to her, stare into her blue eyes, as pure as the sky, and we kiss.
I will follow any echo to her.
Always. And forever.
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