ra

, and the deep, resonant blast of t

ridor, my father, Richard Vance, stood frozen. His face, initially twisted in confusion

ing a step forward, his

e. They didn't even touch him. They simply released a fraction of their dominant, lethal aura. My father choked on

the heat of his palm burning through my dress like a branding iron. It was an undeniable

ent mixing with the sudden, sharp stench of shock and fear radiating from the hundreds of Pack digni

His slate-gray eyes swept over the front row, lo

his lips, clearly waiting to carve up the Vance territory.

in the room literally vibrated. I felt the pressure in my chest, heavy and terrifying. Pierce turned deathly pale. His Inner Wolf, faced with an apex predator, insti

spilled, Damien had just

ed the traditional blessings of the Moon Goddess and fated mates, mo

claim this woman and her la

rumbled, a low sentence

ara Vance, acce

o had mocked me, pitied me, or waited for

pulled the heavy silver signet ring from his own thumb-the one bearing the roaring black wolf crest of his bloodline. He took my hand,

head. There was no warmth in the gesture, on

wolf,"* he murmured, his breath gho

applause that broke out was hesitant, sp

ulian's mother looked as though she were choking on glass. The unmasked, ve

I held her furious gaze and allowed a slow, deliber

im anymore, Addyso

lared. Together, we stepped off the altar and began our march back down the aisle, heading stra