pped behind him, her eyes meeting his through the full-length mirror

ght away. He stared at his own reflection, expression unreadable, his eyes cold

ightening. "What if... she's innocent?" For a split second, something fragile and conflicted flickered in his eyes, doubt, guilt, a ghost of the bond he had once shared with Myra

his pack." Her tone sharpened with resolve. "Some decisions cannot be undone." She held his gaze steadily. "You could have believed Myra when she claimed Kylie took her own life... but you know your sister. Kylie had every reason to live, a bright future, a loving family, you." "Whatever

ur own wedding!" "We're coming," his mother called back. She straightened his collar

rs, catching the warm afternoon light that poured through tall stained-glass windows. The hall buzzed with quiet conversation as guests arrived, Alphas, Betas, and high-ranking wolves from packs acros

, then gathered her curly ginger hair into a loose, elegant bun. A few rebellious strands framed her face softly, softening the sharp edges of her exhaustion. Her emerald eyes shimmered faintly under

ady waiting, radiant in her pristine white gown. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, flowing like silk and lace around her figure. Her face glowed

orry. That was insensitive of me." Myra didn't react. She didn't blink. Didn't speak. She simply stood there, emotionless, like a beautiful statue carved from ice. "We're going to be late," Lyka adde

Today is my day, she reminded herself. The moment Myra stepped into the main venue, heads turned. Whispers rippled th

ld eyes glow with quiet intensity. Her gaze drifted across the sea of faces, searching for nothing in particular, until it landed on a secluded figure seated near the back. His presence was quiet... yet suffocating. Powerful. Un

rply in her throat. Time seemed to freeze for a heartbeat. A strange, electric pull tugged at something

tching her with renewed curiosity. For a moment, he considered standing up and walking over, closing the distance that sudd