MEGAN'S POV
The minutes tick by, and I find myself glancing at the entrance more and more frequently.
Ten minutes past the official start time.
Then fifteen.
Then forty.
And still, no one's arrived.
"Where is everyone?" I mutter under my breath, my pulse starting to quicken.
Caitlin's beside me, her tablet in her hand, scrolling through the guest list. "I don't know, ma'am. Everyone's confirmed. They should be here by now."
"Maybe traffic?" Vance suggests, though his tone lacks conviction.
"At this hour?" I counter, shaking my head. "No. Something's wrong."
Alpha Elias steps closer, his expression turning serious. "Megan, take a breath. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation."
But I can see the concern in his eyes too.
Because this isn't normal.
Seventy confirmed guests, an
