ANNABEL’S POV
A wedding. How time flies, I thought, as I looked at myself in a wedding dress in the mirror. The gown flowed gracefully around me, a symbol of the journey Thomas and I had been through—the trials, the darkness, and the unwavering love that had seen us through.
The events that unfolded since the rebellion seemed like distant echoes, and the darkness that had plagued our pack was finally vanquished. The X-ray results had revealed its insidious presence, and with the help of a skilled witch, we managed to purge it from the minds of those affected. The pack, once fractured, now stood united, stronger than ever.
As I stood there, surrounded by the delicate lace and the soft glow of the bridal gown, the weight of the past seemed to lift. The wedding was a symbol of new beginnin
