The drive is agonizingly slow and tense. The road is crowded with cars and pack members, all cheerful, none in a hurry.
I try not to squirm in my seat, but Ethan's scent, his looks, today are driving me wild. I bite my lower lip, remembering I will have to watch him parade Jessica around this whole evening.
And just like that, all lust and longing are gone, replaced by cold anger and need for revenge.
I just have to endure our walk down the aisle first.
Because, of course, the Goddess had to torture me like that. Ethan, as the best man, and myself, as the Maid of Honor, will be forced to walk there together. Hand in hand.
I gulp and squirm some more.
***
The forest clearing where the ceremony is set to unfold stretches out like a scene from a fairytale, an ethereal realm right on
