Emily's POV
The church loomed before us, its towering spires piercing the gray winter sky. It was the kind of place that demanded seeing a priest, confessing your sins and all, it is what they call a catholic church.
It had stained-glass windows and ancient stone walls that seemed that had been present for centuries. But as we stepped inside, the air felt heavy, almost oppressive, like the building itself was judging us.
Caleb walked ahead, his broad shoulders squared and his Alpha aura radiating confidence. Tessa and I followed, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, while I tried to keep my nerves in check. This was supposed to be simple. Talk to the priest, fix the venue mix-up, and get out. But nothing in my life was ever simple.
The priest was waiting for us near t
