KIERAN BLACKWOOD
Coming back from the trip, Scarlett and I bring more than suitcases filled with memories; we bring the happiness of being engaged.
Every time I see the ring shining on her finger, a smile escapes before I even notice.
It’s still hard to believe she’ll be my wife. I try to keep a serious expression, but I know the excitement shines through my eyes. Even the mansion feels more alive, as if reflecting our joy.
Now, I’m sitting at the head of the table in the council meeting room, surrounded by the most important members of the pack.
But my mind isn’t here. It’s with Scarlett. I think about our wedding day, imagining her walking down the aisle in a white dress, her smile lighting up everything around her.
These images consume me, almost making me forget where I am, until
