"Should we go look for him?" Irene whispered to Claire when she thought that I was out of earshot.
Claire didn't respond, at least not verbally. Irene fell silent as well. I felt like the air had been stolen from my lungs as my mother helped me get out of my wedding dress. She sounded like she was going to cry as she hummed a lullaby she used to sing me, but she held it together. I was so heartbroken that I knew that it was felt throughout the Pack. However, I couldn't be sure if the tears my mother was on the verge of was because of the pain that I was feeling or if it was because she, independently, was upset for me. The crowned veil, along with all of the other hair accessories I had worn, were in a small bowl setting on a side table by the full length mirror. My shoes were thrown to t
