Emma.
The few days leading up to the wedding passed in a blur. I kept to my room, ignoring the sounds of laughter and celebration drifting to my chamber. The pack house felt like it belonged to someone else. For two days, I remained locked away, an uninvited guest in a place I’d thought would be my home.
On the morning of the wedding, I could hear footsteps outside my door. Cassidy was the first to come by, her voice soft as she knocked.
“Mistress?” she called, “Can I come in?”
I didn’t answer, just closed my eyes and leaned back against the headboard. I didn’t want to see anyone, especially not someone who would only tell me how beautiful the day was going to be.
“Mistress, please,” she continued, her tone filled with worry. “It’s the wedding day, I thought you might want some compan
