Chapter Sixty Four
Zander stood at the bottom of the large staircase, the silver buttons on his traditional black barathea jacket shone under the lights, his black bow tie pinching at his neck. His kilt was made from the new tartan he had registered for his family, a purple, lilac and black large check with delicate silver thread woven down the edges of the squares. His sporran sat comfortably, and the silks on his socks were again fashioned in the newly commissioned family tartan. Josh stood next to him. His kilt was crafted in the traditional tartan for the area where the Silverback pack resided; cream and tan with small black squares created the tartan. After what felt like forever, the door to the Alpha guest suit finally opened.
Zander stood, his breath taken away by the vision of
