AUTHOR’S POV
The air was tense. No one was happy and the pack members had the expression on their faces like they would rather be anywhere else that watch Soren be mated to Ivannah.
The moon loomed high above them, casting its silver glow on the pack members as they murmured and voiced their displeasures.
Soren stood motionless, dressed in the white ceremonial robe of a groom. His face was passive as the ritual unfolded. Ivannah stood beside him and if he didn’t care about the ceremony or her, maybe he would have thought she looked beautiful.
Ivannah was also dressed in white, her hair had been adorned with gold ornaments and her lips were curved in a triumphant smile. This was her victory and it was his defeat.
“That should have been Amira’s place” Soren muttered bitterly. It was ver
