Beta Charles brought the news while I was trying on my wedding dress.
The white lace brushed against my ankles, ticklish like Lycan’s wolf tail.
“There’s news from Silverfang…” He hesitated.
“Speak.” I twirled with the hem in hand, the petticoat blooming into a lovely arc.
Zaia cracked sunflower seeds in my mind. “Nothing good, for sure.”
“Asher locked Daphne up,” Beta Charles said tensely. “He even hired a human doctor… says he wants her to get plastic surgery.”
My veil slipped from my hands onto the floor.
“Into who?”
“You.”
Alpha Lycan walked in just in time. His expression darkened the moment he heard that. “He’s lost his mind?”
“Seems like it.” Beta Charles handed over a confidential note. “Someone saw Daphne dragged into the operating room, crying like she was going to die.
