Isabella’s POV
“You may now kiss the bride.”
The elder’s voice rang across the courtyard.
Clara tilted her face up with the most delicate, perfect, fake smile I had ever seen. Edmund leaned in… slow at first, then with all the eagerness of a man who truly believed he was marrying the love of his life.
Their lips touched.
The crowd erupted.
Cheers, applause, whistles—everyone celebrated as if the world hadn’t ended months ago, as if a Luna and a child hadn’t died, as if they weren’t clapping for a woman who opened their gates for a m******e. Only I knew what Clara did to the entire pack.
Only I heard the silence beneath all that noise.
Only I remembered the blood.
The moment Edmund pulled back, smiling down at her, Clara turned slightly so everyone could soak in her triumph. Her e
