Theo's POV
The beachside dinner was truly spectacular. Helen's team had outdone themselves, creating an atmosphere that managed to be both intimate and celebratory.
Despite the beautiful setting and excellent company, I found myself constantly distracted throughout the meal. My eyes kept drifting to Claire, drawn by the graceful way she moved, the musical sound of her laughter, the animated expressions that crossed her face as she engaged in conversation with Bob and Raquel. Even when I was actively participating in discussions about pack politics and business ventures, part of my attention remained fixed on her.
The white dress she'd chosen seemed to shimmer in the candlelight, and every time the ocean breeze caught the flowing fabric, I found myself mesmerized by the way it mo
