Tonya
Two weeks later.
The morning of my wedding arrived and my heart fluttered so wildly I thought the whole pack might hear it beating. Today, I would stand beneath the Moon and vow myself to Ezra.
Ezra was sitting beside me, discussing the menu for the guests with Norton and I when a day before my parents, their faces glowing with pride. I squealed and jumped up, hugging them both tightly.
My mother’s eyes shone with tears she refused to let fall, and my father looked proud and smug. His smug words were, “After all, whose daughter has manifested a mate bond? Mine!” As soon as papa pulled away, he declared impatiently. “We’ve come to take our daughter.”
Ezra stiffened instantly, getting up, his jaw tight. “She isn’t leaving my house,” he said, his tone low, dangerous.
My fathe
