Matthew's POV:
By the time I brought Laura back to the Wildclaw pack, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shadows.
I told the butler to get a room ready for Laura, right next to mine.
I hadn't spilled the beans to anyone in the pack about my plans to get married today, so not even the sages were in the loop about me bringing my bride home tonight.
Laura was quiet the whole way, her lips sealed as if she was afraid to even breathe. Her anxiety was thick in the air, her body rigid as a board. Every time I inched closer, she quivered like a leaf in the breeze.
Not wanting to spook her, I decided against sharing a room with her for now.
Besides, Kael had filled me in on Laura's state—pale, gaunt, and beaten from head to toe. She was Wolfless, and her spirit seemed
