Chapter 50 : Wedding Preparations

*Lena*

Sometimes I wished I had been old enough to remember what Avondale was like before the reign of my Aunt Maeve and Uncle Troy. It was hard to imagine what the pack lands had dubbed “The City of Gold” as anything less than it was now.

Resorts and restaurants lined the public beaches from end to end of the island capital, their golden facades glimmering like gems in the sun. Palm trees hugged the sprawling tropical parks and greenbelts that wove through the neighborhoods that surrounded downtown Avondale, where the nightlife was lively and the daytime was rich with markets and entertainment.

I’d heard the stories, of course. Maeve and Troy hadn’t had the easiest time when they first came to claim Troy’s rightful territory and his pack. The Isles of Denali had been in a state of ruin and decay for decades.