The sun filtered through the curtains, but I couldn’t feel its warmth. I was sitting in the living room, staring at some random corner of the room. The invitation, elegant and gleaming, rested on the table in front of me like a cruel reminder of what was about to happen in a few hours.
Lucian and Morgana’s wedding.
Their big day had arrived.
Every time I thought about it, my stomach churned. I didn’t want to be there. I couldn’t. The idea of facing the entire pack, enduring their curious or pitying stares, was unbearable.
It would feel like stepping into a trial where the verdict was already known: defeat.
The sound of the door opening pulled me from my thoughts. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The steady rhythm of his footsteps gave him away. Connor. And judging by the s
