"Boys in a straight line, and fix your shirts," growled Khan as he stared down the boys standing in front of him in their white attire.

The deep set frowns that marred their angelic faces was a testimony to the level of their displeasure.

"Why do we have to wear these ugly clothes," grumbled Roark, the eldest of the three. His long black hair was tied back in a long ponytail that matched his father's normal hairstyle. Khan's hair was in the loose braids that Neema often gave him whenever there was a special celebration.

"Because your mother wants it," he sighed deeply. Khan had no need to explain it further, his brother and his three boys knew that what their mother wanted she often got. In fact, most people that encountered the couple knew that Khan gave Neema practically everything she wanted, in moderation of course.

Khan wasn't going to argue with her about what the boys were wearing, even though he didn't think it was smart to put them all in white. Especially as their youngest was a troublesome 2 year old, who found great pleasure in digging up the flowers from the garden or climbing trees.

The boy found pleasure in anything and everything muddy. The all white trousers and shirt was bound to be covered in an array of stains by the end of the night but Khan wouldn't deter Neema.

When she had a vision about these things it was either let her have her away or suffer her silent displeasure until he had righted the wrong. Khan had learned the hard way, as he did with everything else that staying in Neema's good graces would be to concede with everything she wanted.

The heavy thumping of the drums signalled the procession of the bride. It had been ten years since they had been mated and five years since they had been discreetly married. Neema had gifted him with a gold ring with the insignia of Pegasus on it, it was her declaration of love and acceptance to him. It had taken them a while to get to that point but they had eventually made it.

Khan had wanted to renew their vows for their anniversary but had planned to keep it quite. The youngest of his children, Noah had accidentally let it slip to their mother and that was how his small ceremony in the hall had turned into a large celebration in the garden. A massive gazebo had been set up where the guests sat.

A long trail of white roses, gardenia and dahlia flowers lined the aisle in which she would walk. The flowers were placed around the gazebo making the area look like a flower garden. Neema had wanted to replicate the area that they had spent time getting to know each other, though she had muted reds and oranges of the flowers to a subtle lilac and white.

Their eldest daughter headed down the isle trailed by that of her younger sister. Jana's golden curls where tied back in a half up down style, some loose strands of hair framing her face. As for their youngest daughter her hair was styled the same, only her hair was a dark brown like her mothers, golden strands of hair flittered through the long waves. An obvious throw back that she got from her grandfather.

The two girls at age 12 and 9 wore replica dresses of the bride. The white fabric draped over their bodies making their honey coloured skin stand out. The two girls were followed by three redheaded girls, and one blonde head, Ferron and Lara's daughters, Delilah, Dareen, Ellie and Farrah. Their mother sitting at the front row with her rounded belly her youngest one napping on her mate's lap, she had refused to join the procession up the isle in her round state.

Emmaline and Sahina followed up the isle in lilac silk dresses that clung to their bodies, a small bouquet as both women charged up the isle with their mates on their arms. Their children remained sitting next to their aunty Lara and her mother, all 6 of them.

Emmaline had given birth to twin girls a few years ago and Sahina had finally given her mate 3 boys. Nathan was born 9 years ago and Sahina's youngest 2 had been born back to back to back. The 2 year old and 1 year old were truly adorable.

Lara, Neema, Sahina and Emmaline's children were the tightest clan of family she had ever met and there were soon to be more additions.

Vanya trailed slightly behind them in the same figure hugging dress but her arms were wrapped around a human male, he had jet black hair and deep green eyes. His shoulders were broad and he towered over the tall female. At 23 Vanya had blossomed into a beautiful and strong woman, one who took pleasure in taunting her mate the same way he had taunted her when she had been young and in love.

Carson stood by his brother fists clenched as he fought the urge to pummel the male who touched his mate, but now wasn't the place.

When the sounds of the drums picked up, Neema began heading up the trail with her younger brother on her arm and acting as the role of father. As their father still hadn't been found. At the age of 16 Caillum was no longer the cute little boy he had been but a man. His voice had broken and was now a deeper timbre. He was still a bit gangly but his body had begun to fill out with muscles from all the training he had been doing with Khan. The two forming a father and son relationship, even though they referred to each other as brothers.

At the sight of Neema, Khan felt the air leaving his body at how stunning she looked. Her brown hair was coiffured into a half up and down style. The front of her hair forming a crown of braids as they wrapped around her hair. Her unruly curls had been manipulated into long supple waves that cascaded down her back. The glossy tendrils swaying against her hips.

Her mermaid dress accentuated the curves she had gained from her pregnancies, the Lacey crystallised detail of the neck area bringing modesty and class to her heavy décolletage. Being pregnant numerous times had given Neema more body then she felt comfortable with but body that Khan loved even more. The dress flared out around her thighs in subtle waves, the material embellished with small silver crystals that glimmered in the setting sun.

She was a vision of beauty, radiance and love, that belonged only to Khan. Standing before him her skin as soft as it was on the day he met her and her eyes were light with joy.

"We are gathered here today, to witness the renewal of vows from Mr and Mrs Manasseh."

//--//

Sitting on her high back chair next to khan, she watched her children dancing and running around like wild animals, something they clearly got from their father.

The day had gone exactly as she had planned if not better. All her children and family were present as were the friends and pack members she had met over the years. Everybody who she cared for had been there to witness her and Khan celebrating ten years of their mating. For a werewolf ten years was a minuscule milestone but they had celebrated it anyway.

It had never been promised that Neema would live as long as Khan, many humans died before their mate. Died before the bond they felt could manifest into something so beautiful only a few could really talk about. Neema had experienced this manifestation of sorts, so she knew first hand what everyone was missing. Their first marriage celebration had been because of it.

Not many humans or wolves for that matter knew of this eternal bound that the mating connection could transpire to. Neema hadn't even known it was possible until she found herself vomiting over a bucket and her heart slowing down. At first she had thought she was pregnant again and because her youngest son at the time Micah, was only a few months old she had been furious.

When she had been checked out at the infirmary, the healers had noted that her genetic frame was altering. Her DNA had shifted to accommodate a longer life span, it had made no sense to them, her or khan but upon speaking to Carson she had gained a new understanding.

The Manifestation of one's bond came when mates had reached the highest from of spiritual connection possible, that their two beings emerged until their heart beats and life forces were in line. It was such a rare phenomenon that it had taken Carson three months to find the explanation, in all that time Neema had been "bedridden" on Khan's request, which fell on deaf ears.

Hence their ceremony five years later, this wedding celebration was on the day that they had realised that they would have more than her human lifetime to shower each other with love. And they did love each other. Though it had taken Neema months to fully forgive and trust Khan, they had made it to the other side and when they had, it had been worth it.

"I can't believe we have reached, ten years and are on child number five," she whispered into khan's neck. Her lips resting against his pulse as she leaned in his arms, her body twisted uncomfortably in her desire to be near to khan.

His knife clattered to the table as he stared wide eyed and shocked at Neema. Though they had six children under their care and five of them already called them mum and dad, having another child of their own always brought out the possessive and primitive Khan of old. Since Neema had spent the last ten years of her life giving him child after child he was practically always in that state.

It had been a struggle for Khan to get Neema to trust him, her pregnancy had been hard on her. Her emotions had been unpredictable and caring for two kids had tired her out, especially as she was carrying 2 heirs at once. It also didn't help that they had moved compounds whilst she was in her second trimester, the strain of packing and unpacking had turned her personality sour. With the addition of a heartbroken and Vanya, Neema had had her arms full trying to make sure everyone was okay. The kids took all her energy and she had been content without Khan's loving. At first Neema had withheld her body from him until the trust could grow but after a while she hadn't felt the need to feel his caress.

.After the two were born it was even harder for Khan and Neema to bond, the two wailing new-borns Roark and Reina, had rained on any time alone they got intimacy. If Khan hadn't stepped into the role of a full on parent Neema wasn't sure they would have made it. he had been forced to take ownership over the situation and prove to Neema that he was someone she could to depend on, she didn't need to struggle with four kids alone. Not when he was around.

"I hope it's another girl, Reina and Jana could do with more help against the boys."

Her ruffian sons did not know how to play nice with a little lady no matter how hard she tried to teach them. Which was just as well because her daughters didn't know how to be ladies. The girls were just as boisterous as the boys if not worse. Reina and Roark were both Khan's heirs so there was a natural light hearted competition between the two. They fought hard with each other but were so attuned and protective that Neema didn't fear any rivalry between the two. Plus, deep down she knew Roark liked that he had a feisty sister not like the other little girls who wanted to pick flowers.

Their second youngest Micah was the quietest out of the bunch, taking after his uncle Carson with his studying and reading books. He was still a troublesome one no matter how quiet he naturally was. Micah was often the mastermind behind all the pranks they pulled and Noah was always the one happiest to pull them off. Her children were hellions, but she loved them all for it.

"Another girl would be nice. God knows I can't take another daredevil," she groaned aloud as she watched Micah crawling around under the table taking shoes and stealing cake from unaware people's plates. He would have a stomach ache by the end of the night but it would teach him to steal people's food.

"Neema I found this little termite trying to steal my shoe" chuckled her mother as she gripped Noah by the ear.

Neema had gotten her almond complexion and her brown hair from her mother. Though her mother's hair was much frizzier and fuller then Neema's. Her mother had high cheekbones, that were softened by laugh lines. She was stunning, even at the ripe age of 50.

"Mama," he called out as he threw himself across the table and landed in her lap. Her son was a little darling who liked to put on his cute charm to get out of trouble. His face was covered in cake and chocolate as was his lovely white clothes.

"Noah say sorry to nana and don't do it again," she scolded lightly.

They had found their mother three years ago living with a pack of wolves living in one of what used to be the Scandinavian countries. When they had eventually figured out how to contact her she had told them, their father had been missing for seven years.

Their mother and father had been taken by wolves on the raid of their home underground-village but mid transferring, they had been intercepted by some human rebels and taken to a hidden facility. Their mother had explained that it wasn't underground but she couldn't locate the facility even if she tried. It was like a maze trying to get into the building and when her and her father had escaped they had climbed through a series of tunnels. Their father had been captured trying to save her.

When the family was reunited they had all been overjoyed to see her but the pain had been so sharp, they would never see their father and Jana would never get to know him. It was hard for the whole family, but being together trumped all the pain. Jana had made the choice to stay with the family she knew as she had spent nine years of her life being raised by Neema as her mother. Their mother Felicity, had continued to live in close proximity to her children, setting up home in Khan and Neema's new compound.

Noah's little lip stuck out as he apologised to his nana profusely, his face was too cute to not be forgiven. When his nana forgave him and headed off back to her table with Lara, Ferron and the brood of children, he tried to slide off her lap.

Neema caught the sight of Ryan in the crowd. He had spent the last ten years of his life trying to mend his relationship with Khan. It had taken her nearly as long to stop wanting to kill him on sight. After a while she had realised that Ryan was a sad and lonely man, who had nothing to show for himself.

With a little reluctant help from her and Khan he had set up a small business that was based around developing property. It was a way to get humans and wolves connected through the modernising of the old abandoned buildings. The development of the properties encouraged humans to stop hiding in subpar living conditions and had slowly started to draw them out. It was a more successful way of incorporating humans who lived underground, into society.

Khan and Ryan's relationship had also strengthened through it and only continued to improve when Ryan found his mate. There was little he could envy Khan over when had his own mate and empire.

"Oh no you don't mister, you're staying with me and your papa."

Neema's arms clenched around Noah's middle as she shuffled him higher up in her lap. Noah didn't mind too much, she could tell he was getting tired as his little eyelids began to drop and he typically became more annoying when he was. The sun had set hours ago and the wind was whistling in the courtyard. The night was quite humid but there was a light wind about, it would be the perfect time to go for a run.

As if reading her mind, Khan motioned for those who would be running with him, to head outside the gazebo. Everybody followed even those who couldn't shift, the sight of so many people shifting at once was always a magnificent sight to watch. Lifting her sleepy son in her arms and motioning for her other children to follow, she headed out to the forest that bordered their backyard, the forest was part of their compound. The walls that blocked off the outside world from their pack travelled through the forest and around their compound as opposed to just securing their home.

As she exited she caught the sight of two blonde heads emerged together in a heated argument, heads bobbing as hands waved in hushed anger. It was about time Carson grew some balls and made up for the wrong he had done Vanya. The poor girl had known he was her mate but had been forced to sit back while he slept with countless women. Even when she had reached mating age he had not stopped and that was when she snapped. Vanya would not go easy on him, not when he hadn't gone easy on her heart and especially not when she had hunky males beating down their compound doors for her.

The crescendo of Wolf howls screeching into the night air forced Neema to move away from the bickering mates and head outside to find hers. When she found him he placed a long and heavy kiss on her lips before he patted Caillum and pecked each of his young children, and began his transformation. Neema loved to watch him shift, especially as it was something she rarely saw.

His white tuxedo began shredding as his body expanded and hair began sprouting in his arms. His canines sharpened from his teeth as his body hunched over and he fell to his knees. His wolf head shot up towards the moon as he released a ferocious howl the rest of his pack echoing his call as his body finished his transformation. Her kids imitating the wolf calls.

Khan's wolf form was strong and bulky just as his human form was. His eyes were still the same hazel but they were ringed with yellow and speckled with green. His large snout poked at her thigh as he tried to get her attention before he would head off.

"Run wild my love, I'll be waiting." She mumbled as she nuzzled her face into the grey wolfs fur. Petting at his pelt as she kissed his soft head. Patting his flank, she motioned for him to run into the forest. Her prompting was followed by another loud howl and the rest of the pack clambering off into the trees. Following his lead.

The zing of his excitement for the hunt flowed through her veins, as she shared his life force. It was hard for Neema to watch them shift because it was something she would never be able to. With her DNA changing she often felt the urge to change forms but never could. It left an empty gnawing in her body whenever the urge to shift struck her. She had accepted it though, she had her friends, her mother, her sisters and brother, her children and her loving mate. It was more than she'd had in her entire life. She was genuinely happy.

Whether she could shift or not she still had over 100 years to love and care for her family, what more could she need.