(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"In the presence of the moon goddess, I announce you officially mates," the priest said.
The room got filled with clapping noise and laughter, but I did not care for any of that. I securely wrapped my arms around her. She looked as if she was about to fall. Even though her beauty was shining tonight, her face was pale and filled with terror.
"You're trembling," I said.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Stop apologizing for everything. It's not your fault in the first place. It was supposed to be painful," I said, irritably. "Does the place hurt anymore?"
She shook her head. I sighed. In the world of werewolves, they congratulate through cards. And besides, when it was concerned with the Royal family, they could not talk to them whenever they wanted.
