*Caleb*
I am standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie, getting ready for the wedding. My reflection stares back at me, but I can’t focus on the crisp suit or the polished shoes. Instead, my mind is racing, replaying last night’s events like a broken record.
The way Stephan had grabbed Virginia, the way I had felt that primal urge surge through me to protect her… it all feels like a storm I can’t quite shake. And now, here we are, at the wedding, and I can’t shake the anxiety that coils tightly in my gut.
I step out of the small chapel and take a deep breath, scanning the crowd. The decor is stunning, white flowers draping elegantly from every corner, and the scent of fresh blooms fills the air. Guests are milling about, laughing and mingling, but my gaze lands on one person,
