Lila’s POV
This was the first werewolf wedding I had ever attended—and foolishly, I hadn’t considered how different it might be from a human one.
It was like something from a winter fairytale. Fresh snow blanketed the packhouse gardens, untouched and glistening. Lanterns strung overhead glowed golden against the white, casting soft light over the gathering crowd. Guests mingled with warm drinks in hand, wrapped in elegant wool and furs, their laughter curling into the cold air.
Tobi, Wren, Catherine and I kept to the edge, lingering just out of the main throng. Officially, we were trying not to draw attention. Unofficially, it didn’t work. Every guest who passed offered wide-eyed greetings and “just happened” to spot us. Catherine handled them all with her usual grace, moving conversati
