Third person POV
The great hall was already brimming with the subtle hum of voices, the air rich with the mingling scents of polished wood, fresh flowers, and the faint musk of wolves gathered in celebration. Golden sunlight filtered in through the stained-glass windows, throwing streaks of color across the marble floor where Bryan now stood before the altar. He adjusted his collar once, his hands steady, though his eyes betrayed the quiet anticipation swirling beneath his calm demeanor.
From the far end of the aisle, the double oak doors remained closed, their towering presence the only barrier between him and the woman who was about to walk into his life forever. Beside him, Knox took his place a step behind, his usual grin replaced by a respectful solemnity. The priest, robed in deep
