Alina’s POV
When we reached the back garden of the pack house, my heart started racing. Logan had said we would keep it quite an informal and a small event, but he didn’t mention how pretty it would be. Candles lit an aisle through the grass towards a huge open fire pit in the middle and the whole pack stood under the trees that were lit up like Christmas trees with fairy lights and flowers. They circled the firepit, leaving only the candlelit walkway when they saw me approaching.
I looked forward and spotted Logan’s tall, muscular frame standing by the blazing fire pit in a loose fitted white linen shirt that was open, revealing his broad chest and white trousers. His black curls were still slightly damp from his shower and fell over his eyes in that sexy way that made my knees go weak
