Maeve’s POV
The grand cathedral in the upper district was full. High Council members, pack elders, rich investors, and press crews filled every seat. Outside, security held back large crowds. Inside, the air was quiet under the tall stained-glass windows.
I stood behind the double doors of the bridal room and looked at myself in the long mirror.
The dress was beautiful. Heavy ivory silk hugged my waist and then fell into a long train. My dark hair was pinned up with silver pins. My neck was bare except for a delicate diamond necklace. Eleanor had given me an hour earlier.
There were no tears. No nervous feelings. I was not the young girl who once walked into the Frost Rainbow pack hoping for a fairytale. I was Maeve Ashford, co-founder of the Ashford Studio. I was stepping onto a new s
