Briar
The next few days passed in a blur of wedding preparations and forced smiles. Every time I turned around, there was another decision to be made, another fitting to attend, another pack member offering their congratulations. It was exhausting, and not just because I was playing a part.
I stood in front of a full-length mirror, surrounded by swaths of white fabric. The wedding dress Eric had chosen was beautiful, I had to admit. Delicate lace covered my arms and shoulders, flowing into a fitted bodice that flared out into a voluminous skirt. It was the kind of dress I might have dreamed about, once upon a time.
Now, it felt more like a cage than a dream.
"You look stunning," Mia said softly, adjusting the train behind me. Her reflection met mine in the mirror, concern evident in he
