Rebecca’s POV
My legs felt weak as the maids helped me stand. The dress suddenly felt too heavy, and the veil suffocated me. Every breath I took smelled like Clara’s perfume instead of mine; it made me feel like I was disappearing inside her skin.
"Walk slowly, My Lady," one of the maids reminded me gently as they guided me out of the room. I nodded, even though they couldn’t see it beneath the thick veil.
The hallway outside was filled with noise. Music drifted through the palace halls—low and elegant—while voices echoed everywhere. Guests. Warriors. Nobles from nearby packs. All waiting for Clara. Not me. My heart pounded so violently I thought everyone around me could hear it.
One step. Then another.
The maids led me toward the ceremonial hall while my wolf paced frantically i
