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make with this marriage.”
    He eyed Cameron closely, narrowing his eyes. Resisting him directly would do no good. Cameron’s father was nothing if not wise. And Cameron was right: time was short and it was no time for them to have a dispute. But if Cameron wanted it his way, he would have to pay the price associated.
    “Do what you like Cameron, so long as the problem is solved and our family’s position is protected. You do understand that now you must break off your courtship with Sheila - however short it was. And you do understand that if she becomes bitter then down the line our position will be even worse than if you remained a bachelor and fought Richard, yes? Well then, one day you will have to handle decisions that affect the entire family. Let this be your first learning experience. I hope, my son, that it is not a hard one.”
    Now it was Cameron’s turn to eye his father closely. When he saw that the old man meant what he said they embraced in a hug for the first time in years. Wordlessly, they parted ways. Cameron’s father understood: there was nothing left to say and Cameron had much to do.
    Racing to the other side of the retreat area, to the cabins where the wolves would be, Cameron didn’t bother to ask for directions to Sheila’s room. Merely, he used his nose to guide him, having memorized Sheila’s scent upon their first meeting.
    She had a relatively small single cabin near the furthest portion of the grounds. This was to ensure that if she and her groom wanted to discuss things privately, they could. The real reason was so that the two lovers could meet in congress early if they wanted.
    When Sheila opened the door to her cabin, a wide smile formed on her face, and expectation of what Cameron had come for. It made what Cameron had to do all the more heart shattering.
    “Sheila, we need to talk,” he said, his eyes full of sorrow. Sheila knew at once something was wrong.
    “Come in. Let there be nothing between us,” she said.
    “You might want to sit,” he said. He was not looking forward to the next few minutes.
    “That face can only mean one thing: the wedding is off,” she said. Seeing Cameron become visibly relieved confirmed it, and her eyes began to tear up.
    “I’m so sorry,” he said.
    “There is another? I can live with it if it is just that your heart chose, already,” she said, dabbing an eye with her shirt.
    “Yes. But for that, I would gladly give myself to you. But I already belong to someone else,” he said, genuinely sorry for the pain this was causing her.
    He sat with her, comforting her as best he could. After a while he decided to leave her. It was terrible, but already the sun was setting. He needed to start courting Lynn if he had any chance. His chances were already small, so every second counted.
    “Wait,” she said, as he neared the door.”There is something you must do for me,” she said.
    Cameron dreaded what she might say, mostly because he knew he probably couldn’t refuse no matter what it was.
    “I will accept the ending of our engagement, but only as long as you allow me to be one of your witnesses.”
    Cameron’s heart sank. Deep inside him, the human part of his soul wanted to argue that they were hardly betrothed, and he himself had given her no such idea. But the wolf understood that it was useless. For one, Sheila herself was clearly not as familiar with her human side as he was. And secondly, Cameron’s father had promised him to her as a mate. The promise of the head of family was as binding, if not more so, as the promise of any individual within that family. Cameron was stuck.
    As he left her cabin to meet Lynn, he forced himself not to sulk. If anything he should be grateful. Cameron’s father would be his first witness but he had no second. There had to be two witnesses for the consummation of marriage was accepted. Now he had the second.
     
    Lynn was unpacking her things when the messenger arrived. When she answered the knock