(Elara's POV)
On my wedding day; the white dress felt like a shroud, not a celebration. It was heavy, the silk clinging to me like a second skin mocking the hollowness underneath. The day I became the Lady of blackwood pack. The day I was bound to Damon Robin, a man who saw me as nothing more than an obligation.
The memories of that day clawed at me, sharper than any physical pain. I could almost smell the lilies that choked the air in the pack hall, a scent I once loved, now forever tainted by the bitter reality of my 'happily ever after'.
Even the morning of the wedding offered no solace. Damon's mother, Clara, a woman with eyes as cold and sharp as shattered glass, had sought me out before the ceremony. She found me in the bridal suite, a grand room that suddenly felt like a gilded c
