Chapter Twenty-Five
***Mila***
“This is the day I become werewolf royalty,” Amala tells Clarice after threatening to kill anyone who gets in the way. The wedding March begins playing and my heart stops. Amala’s does as well, but for different reasons. She’s ready. Excited, even, to tie herself to someone she plans to kill.
Don’t do this, I silently beg. She ignores me. If I could cry, I would. She steps into the dining hall, which has been transformed overnight into an elaborate fairytale wedding. Derek Banes takes her arm in his, smiling proudly, the sinister glint in his eye never once leaving him. I want to smack that stupid grin off of his evil face. I can feel Amala reacting to my anger, in turn angering her—after all, we are supposed to be connected.
The walk down the isle is s
