There were only ten minutes left before the ceremony.
Lights, music, small talk from guests—everything piled up like weight on Alexander’s shoulders. He paced between the backstage corridor and the dressing rooms, flipping through the groom’s lounge, VIP suites, anywhere Thorn Fang might be.
He didn’t see Barbara.
He didn’t even see Lucas or Nora.
The more he searched, the more his chest knotted up.
This wasn’t simple anxiety. It was that deep, bone‑level wolf warning—
A line tied to his life had been cut.
He refused to acknowledge it.
But after combing through every corner and coming up empty, he had to face the truth:
Thorn Fang wasn’t coming to this wedding.
Not at all.
An absurd, painful thought detonated in his skull. His heart rate went crazy, pounding so hard it felt like
