Reagan’s POV.
The hall emptied out slowly, like the air had been sucked out of the room.
People walked past me one by one, clapping me on the shoulder, muttering the same things over and over.
“Good call, Reagan.”
“Someone had to say it.”
“You handled that well, future Alpha.”
I nodded at every single one of them, keeping my face like stone. Inside, my stomach felt like it was full of broken glass.
I kept seeing Irene’s face as she walked out. The way her shoulders stayed straight even though her hands were shaking. The way she refused to cry in front of them, even when her eyes were full of tears. The laughter still rang in my ears, fading but not gone. It followed her down the aisle like a pack of dogs.
The bond in my chest twisted so hard I almost winced.
I did what I had
