THIRD PERSON POV
Amelia stood in the middle of the chaos, her gaze fixed on the ruined decorations and the melting remains of the ice sculpture that was supposed to be the centerpiece.
Though her jaw clenched, she refused to let the sting of sabotage ruin her day.
“Alright,” she said, her voice cutting through the noise of the panicking staff and murmuring pack members.
“This isn’t the end of the world. We’re going to fix this.”
Chloe was by her side in a flash, her clipboard forgotten for the first time.
“I have backups for most of the decorations,” she said, her tone brisk. “But the food—”
“We’ll handle it,” Liam interrupted, his grin reassuring. “Killian and I are on it. Right, bro?”
Killian nodded, his intense expression promising swift action.
“We’ll pick up something from
