therefore , sonia arlington-mcdonagh beamed as the horns and strings played a masterpiece accompanied by a hundred voices , the air was filled with the scent of lilies and roses , thousands of wolves stood , their eyes watching her progress , their faces wreathed in smiles and she , a queen , walked to the mate the benevolent hand of fate had given her , a man she 'd dreamed of most of her life , her handsome wolf , a king .