***Noah's POV***
We left the packhouse early in the morning. Or should I say my loving mother threw us out so she could get started on the ceremony decorations and everything in between? She was going all out for this ceremony and who could blame her? It was her first time throwing one and out of two sons, and she finally got a daughter. Which in her language meant grand pups.
We got into my truck and left around 6 a.m. We had been driving for a couple of hours and Lisa was getting restless. I told her to take a nap, I would wake her up when we got to Silverthorne. The windows were down and the warm breeze blowing into the truck felt great. Her head was on my lap and her arm was laid across my legs. Her hair gently flowed around her.
She was wearing a long black flowing skirt and a pin
