Maeve’s POV
The heavy silk of the emerald gown brushed against my ankles as I walked back into the main auditorium. The heavy silence that had followed Maddox’s entry had shifted into a tense, nervous hum. I spotted the Vance pack crest on the chairs in the front row. Maddox was already seated, his long legs crossed at the knee, his broad shoulders easily taking up the space of two regular seats. Another large, stern-faced man stood rigidly behind him, someone I didn't know, though his posture and immediate proximity made me assume he was the Beta. Ryan sat on the edge of the cushion next to his father, his small boots dangling off the edge.
I walked down the aisle, the eyes of the Frost Rainbow pack cutting into my back. I did not care. I was here for Ryan. I stepped into the row and to
