It was finally time for their wedding. It had been four months since the disambation of Thundermoon. Layla’s bruises had healed, even the scars from Alistar’s first attack were starting to fade. She had begun to grow out her hair so she could wear it in the traditional style. She had practiced with Solomon and Zoya for many weeks. She felt ready. She just wanted to get all of it over. She just wanted to be recognized as Solomon’s mate. She had flown through the first two individual ceremonies without issue and with each step drawing her closer and closer to the goal.