Kael.
I stayed in my place at the head of the table, accepting the endless tributes from several pack leaders.
They came with gifts, with words of loyalty, each bearing gifts that they presented respectfully and bowed before walking away to let the next wolf step in.
It should have felt gratifying. It was faster all my special day and I should have been happy but my thoughts kept drifting and infuriatingly, it wasn’t about my bride. It wasn’t even about the pack or my father’s approval.
Emma.
Her thoughts filled my head. I lifted my gaze reluctantly to the row of seats behind.
But Emma wasn’t there. She’d been sitting in the far corner, until now.
“Stubborn mule," I muttered in irritation. I’d told her she was to attend the ceremony. I’d made it clear that she wasn’t to go any
